13 O that you would hide me in the grave, that you would conceal me, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14 If a man dies, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change comes.
15 You shall call, and I will answer you: you will have a desire to the work of your hands.
16 For now you number my steps: do not watch over my sin.
17 My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and you sew up my iniquity.
18 And surely the mountain falling, comes to nothing, and the rock is removed out of its place.
19 The waters wear the stones: you wash away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and you destroy the hope of man.