²⁰ They are alive in the morning but dead by evening,
    gone forever without a trace.

⁷ yet they will vanish forever,
    thrown away like their own dung.
Those who knew them will ask,
    ‘Where are they?’

¹² My life has been blown away
    like a shepherd’s tent in a storm.
It has been cut short,
    as when a weaver cuts cloth from a loom.
    Suddenly, my life was over.
¹³ I waited patiently all night,
    but I was torn apart as though by lions.
    Suddenly, my life was over.

⁷ We have happy memories of the godly,
    but the name of a wicked person rots away.

⁷ Though the wicked sprout like weeds
    and evildoers flourish,
    they will be destroyed forever.

⁵ You sweep people away like dreams that disappear.
    They are like grass that springs up in the morning.
⁶ In the morning it blooms and flourishes,
    but by evening it is dry and withered.

¹³ Leave me alone so I can smile again
    before I am gone and exist no more.

³⁶ But when I looked again, they were gone!
    Though I searched for them, I could not find them!

¹⁷ All memory of their existence will fade from the earth;
    no one will remember their names.

²² For soon I must go down that road
    from which I will never return.