13 “Oh, 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 timeand remember me!
14 If a man dies, will he live again?All the days of my service I will wait,until my relief comes.
15 You will call, and I will answer You;You will long for the work of Your hands.
16 For now You number my steps;do You not observe my sin?
17 My transgression is sealed up in a bag,and You plaster over my iniquity.
18 “Surely the mountain falling comes to nothing,and the rock is removed out of its place.
19 The waters wear away the stones;its overflow washes away the dust of the earth;and You destroy the hope of man.