8. Its roots may grow old in the groundand its stump die in the soil,
9. yet at the scent of water it will budand put forth shoots like a plant.
10. But a man dies and is laid low;he breathes his last and is no more.
11. As the water of a lake dries upor a river bed becomes parched and dry,
12. so he lies down and does not rise;till the heavens are no more, people will not awakeor be roused from their sleep.
13. ‘If only you would hide me in the graveand conceal me till your anger has passed!If only you would set me a timeand then remember me!
14. If someone dies, will they live again?All the days of my hard serviceI will wait for my renewal to come.
15. You will call and I will answer you;you will long for the creature your hands have made.