8 Though its root grows old in the earth, and its stump dies in the ground;
9 Yet at the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth branches like a plant.
10 But man dies, and wastes away: yea, man expires, and where is he?
11 As the waters fail from the sea, and the river decays and dries up:
12 So man lies down, and rises not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their sleep.
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.