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.
14 If a man dies, can he come back to life?But I will wait for better times,wait till this time of trouble is ended.
15 Then you will call, and I will answer,and you will be pleased with me, your creature.