²⁰ Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.

⁷ The remembrance of the righteous `is' for a blessing, And the name of the wicked doth rot.

¹⁴ He is calling mightily, and thus hath said, Cut down the tree, and cut off its branches, shake off its leaves, and scatter its budding, move away let the beast from under it, and the birds from off its branches;

¹⁶ From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.

¹⁷ His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.

⁷ For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.

⁸ If its root becometh old in the earth, And its stem doth die in the dust,

⁹ From the fragrance of water it doth flourish, And hath made a crop as a plant.

¹⁰ And a man dieth, and becometh weak, And man expireth, and where `is' he?

¹⁴ To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.

²⁶ And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God:

¹⁰ And so I have seen the wicked buried, and they went in, even from the Holy Place they go, and they are forgotten in the city whether they had so done. This also `is' vanity.

¹⁴ Dead -- they live not, Rephaim, they rise not, Therefore Thou hast inspected and dost destroy them, Yea, thou destroyest all their memory.

¹⁰ and now also, the axe unto the root of the trees is laid, every tree therefore not bearing good fruit is hewn down, and to fire is cast.