9. the smell of water makes it thriveand produce twigs like a sapling.
10. But a man dies and fades away;he breathes his last — where is he?
11. As water disappears from the seaand a river becomes parched and dry,
12. so man lies down never to rise again.They will not wake up until the heavens are no more; they will not stir from their sleep.
13. If only You would hide me in Sheol and conceal me until Your anger passes.If only You would appoint a time for meand then remember me.
14. When a man dies, will he come back to life?If so, I would wait all the days of my struggle until my relief comes.
15. You would call, and I would answer You.You would long for the work of Your hands.
16. For then You would count my steps but would not take note of my sin.
17. My rebellion would be sealed up in a bag,and You would cover over my iniquity.