9 Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs like a plant.
10 But man dies, and is laid low. Yes, man gives up the spirit, and where is he?
11 As the waters fail from the sea, And the river wastes and dries up,
12 So man lies down and doesn`t rise; Until the heavens are no more, they shall not awake, Nor be roused out of their sleep.
13 "Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, That you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, That you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14 If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Until my release should come.
15 You would call, and I would answer you. You would have a desire to the work of your hands.
