7 When a tree is chopped down,there is always the hopethat it will sprout again.
8 Its roots and stump may rot,
9 but at the touch of water,fresh twigs shoot up.
10 Humans are different—we die, and that's the end.
11 We are like streams and lakesafter the water has gone;
12 we fall into the sleep of death,never to rise again,until the sky disappears.
13 Please hide me, God,deep in the ground—and when you are angry no more,remember to rescue me.