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.
16 But now you number my steps. Don`t you watch over my sin?
17 My disobedience is sealed up in a bag. You fasten up my iniquity.
18 "But the mountain falling comes to nothing; The rock is removed out of its place;
19 The waters wear the stones; The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth: So you destroy the hope of man.
