⁹ The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.

⁸ The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes `are' upon me -- and I am not.

¹⁰ He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.

¹⁸ If `one' doth destroy him from his place, Then it hath feigned concerning him, I have not seen thee!

¹⁰ And yet a little, and the wicked is not, And thou hast considered his place, and it is not.

³⁶ And he passeth away, and lo, he is not, And I seek him, and he is not found!

⁷ As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where `is' he?'

³ For all the while my breath `is' in me, And the spirit of God in my nostrils.

¹⁵ Mortal man! as grass `are' his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;

¹⁶ For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.