When the wind has passed over it, it is no more, And its place acknowledges it no longer.
For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; And the place thereof shall know it no more.
For the wind passes over it and it is gone, and its place shall know it no more.
but when the wind blows through it, it’s gone; even the ground where it stood doesn’t remember it.
The trees of the field will be saturated, along with the cedars of Lebanon, which he planted.
