²⁰ Between morning and evening they are destroyed;
    they perish forever without any regarding it.^(A)

⁷ they will perish forever like their own dung;
    those who have seen them will say, ‘Where are they?’

¹² My dwelling is plucked up and removed from me
    like a shepherd’s tent;
like a weaver I have rolled up my life;
    he cuts me off from the loom;
from day to night you bring me to an end;^(A)
13     I cry for help^[a] until morning;
like a lion he breaks all my bones;
    from day to night you bring me to an end.^(B)

⁷ The memory of the righteous is a blessing,
    but the name of the wicked will rot.^(A)

⁷ though the wicked sprout like grass
    and all evildoers flourish,
they are doomed to destruction forever,^(A)

¹³ Turn your gaze away from me, that I may smile again,
    before I depart and am no more.”^(A)

³⁶ Again I^[a] passed by, and they were no more;
    though I sought them, they could not be found.^(A)

¹⁷ Their memory perishes from the earth,
    and they have no name in the street.^(A)

²² For when a few years have come,
    I shall go the way from which I shall not return.^(A)