9 But at the smell of water it will bud.It will put out new shoots like a plant.
10 But we die, and our bodies are laid in the ground.We take our last breath and are gone.
11 Water disappears from a lake.And a river loses its water and dries up.
12 In the same way we lie down and do not rise again.We will not get up or be awakeneduntil the heavens disappear.
13 “I wish you would hide me where the dead are.Hide me until your anger is gone.I wish you would set a timeand then remember me!
14 Will the dead live again?I will wait, struggling harduntil things change for me.
15 You will call, and I will answer you.You will desire the creature your hands have made.