9Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs like a plant.
10But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
11[As] the waters fail from the sea, And the river wasteth and drieth up;
12So man lieth down and riseth not: Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be roused out of their sleep.
13Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14If a man die, shall he live [again]? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Till my release should come.
15Thou wouldest call, and I would answer thee: Thou wouldest have a desire to the work of thy hands.
