So are the paths of all who forget God. And the hope of the profane man shall perish,

If I say, I will forget my complaint. I will put off my [sad] countenance, and be of good cheer,

For thou shall forget thy misery. Thou shall remember it as waters that are passed away.

The womb shall forget him. The worm shall feed sweetly on him. He shall be no more remembered. And unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.