And nation has been destroyed by nation, and city by city; for God has vexed them with every distress.

My generation is plucked up and removed from me like a shepherd's tent; I have cut off my life like a weaver; He will cut me off from the loom; from day even to night You make an end of me.

I have been still until morning; as a lion, so He breaks all my bones; from day even until night You make an end of me.

If a man dies, shall he revive? All the days of my service I will wait, until my change comes.

For when the number of years have come, I shall go the way from which I shall not return.

Look away from me, that I may regain strength before I go away and be no more.

When the wicked spring up like grass, and when all the workers of iniquity blossom, it is that they may be destroyed forever.

The memory of him perishes from the earth, and he has no name on the face of the street.

yet he shall perish forever like his own dung; those who see him shall say, where is he?

He was thirty-two years old when he became king. He reigned in Jerusalem eight years and, and departed unloved. And they buried him in the City of David, but not in the tombs of the kings.

Yet he passed away, and lo, he was no more; indeed, I sought for him, but he could not be found.

The memory of the just is blessed, but the name of the wicked shall rot.