7 There is hope for a tree that has been cut down;it can come back to life and sprout.
8 Even though its roots grow old,and its stump dies in the ground,
9 with water it will sprout like a young plant.
10 But people die, and that is the end of them;they die, and where are they then?
11 Like rivers that stop running,and lakes that go dry,
12 people die, never to rise.They will never wake up while the sky endures;they will never stir from their sleep.
13 I wish you would hide me in the world of the dead;let me be hidden until your anger is over,and then set a time to remember me.