8 Its roots and stump may rot,
9 but at the touch of water,it sprouts once again.
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.
14 Will we humans live again?I would gladly sufferand wait for my time.