12 So mortals lie down, never to rise.Until the heavens are no more, they shall not awake,nor be roused out of their sleep.
13 Oh, that you would hide me in Sheol,shelter me till your wrath is past,fix a time to remember me!
14 If a man were to die, and live again,all the days of my drudgery I would waitfor my relief to come.
15 You would call, and I would answer you;you would long for the work of your hands.
16 Surely then you would count my steps,and not keep watch for sin in me.
17 My misdeeds would be sealed up in a pouch,and you would cover over my guilt.
18 Mountains fall and crumble,rocks move from their place,