²⁰ From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.

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

¹² My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.

¹³ I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.

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

⁷ When the wicked flourish as a herb, And blossom do all workers of iniquity -- For their being destroyed for ever and ever!

⁵ Thou hast inundated them, they are asleep, In the morning as grass he changeth.

⁶ In the morning it flourisheth, and hath changed, At evening it is cut down, and hath withered.

¹³ Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!

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

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

²² When a few years do come, Then a path I return not do I go.

²⁰ Thou prevailest `over' him for ever, and he goeth, He is changing his countenance, And Thou sendest him away.

¹⁴ If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.

² As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

²⁰ A son of thirty and two `years' was he in his reigning, and eight years he hath reigned in Jerusalem, and he goeth without desire, and they bury him in the city of David, and not in the graves of the kings.

⁶ and they have been beaten down, nation by nation, and city by city, for God hath troubled them with every adversity;