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 we die, and that is the end of us;we die, and where are we 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.