12 so a man lies down, and he does not arise. Until the heavens are no more, they will not awaken, and they will not be roused out of their sleep.
13 “O that you would conceal me in Sheol, that you would hide me until your wrath is past, that you would appoint a set time for me and remember me.
14 If a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my compulsory service I will wait, until the coming of my relief.
15 You would call, and I myself would answer you; you would long for the work of your hand.
16 For then you would count my steps, but you would not keep watch over my sin.
17 My transgression would be sealed in a bag, and you would cover over my guilt.
18 “But a mountain falls; it crumbles away, and a rock moves away from its place.