Yet the chief cupbearer did not remember Joseph; he forgot him.
Now a poor wise man was found in the city, and he delivered the city by his wisdom. Yet no one remembered that poor man.
All memory of him perishes from the earth;
he has no name anywhere.
My relatives stop coming by,
and my close friends have forgotten me.
Pick up your lyre,
stroll through the city,
prostitute forgotten by men.
sing many a song,
and you will be thought of again.
All your lovers have forgotten you;
they no longer look for you,
for I have struck you as an enemy would,
with the discipline of someone cruel,
because of your enormous guilt
and your innumerable sins.
On that day Tyre will be forgotten for 70 years—the life span of one king. At the end of 70 years, what the song says about the prostitute will happen to Tyre:
“Can a woman forget her nursing child,
or lack compassion for the child of her womb?
Even if these forget,
yet I will not forget you.
The womb forgets them;
worms feed on them;
they are remembered no more.
So injustice is broken like a tree.
Listen, daughter, pay attention and consider:
forget your people and your father’s house,
For, just like the fool, there is no lasting remembrance of the wise man, since in the days to come both will be forgotten. How is it that the wise man dies just like the fool?
for I was like a docile lamb led to slaughter.
I didn’t know that they had devised plots against me:
“Let’s destroy the tree with its fruit;
let’s cut him off from the land of the living
so that his name will no longer be remembered.”
For the living know that they will die, but the dead don’t know anything. There is no longer a reward for them because the memory of them is forgotten.
I am forgotten: gone from memory
like a dead person—like broken pottery.
If I say, “I won’t mention Him
or speak any longer in His name,”
His message becomes a fire burning in my heart,
shut up in my bones.
I become tired of holding it in,
and I cannot prevail.
So I will put an end to your indecency and sexual immorality, which began in the land of Egypt, and you will not look longingly at them or remember Egypt anymore.
I will give it along with Ammon to the people of the east as a possession, so that Ammon will not be remembered among the nations.
You will be fuel for the fire.
Your blood will be spilled in the land.
You will not be remembered,
for I, Yahweh, have spoken.”
“I would have said: I will cut them to pieces
and blot out the memory of them from mankind,
They say, “Come, let us wipe them out as a nation
so that Israel’s name will no longer be remembered.”
He will hand their kings over to you, and you will wipe out their names under heaven. No one will be able to stand against you; you will annihilate them.
The face of the Lord is set
against those who do what is evil,
to erase all memory of them from the earth.
I gave them this reply, “The God of heaven is the One who will grant us success. We, His servants, will start building, but you have no share, right, or historic claim in Jerusalem.”