7 For a tree there is hope;if it is cut down, it will sprout again,its tender shoots will not cease.
8 Even though its root grow old in the earthand its stump die in the dust,
9 Yet at the first whiff of water it sproutsand puts forth branches like a young plant.
10 But when a man dies, all vigor leaves him;when a mortal expires, where then is he?
11 As when the waters of a lake fail,or a stream shrivels and dries up,
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!