8 Even if its roots grow old in the ground,and its stump dies in the dirt,
9 at the smell of water it will budand put out new shoots like a plant.
10 But we die, and our bodies are laid in the ground;we take our last breath and are gone.
11 Water disappears from a lake,and a river loses its water and dries up.
12 In the same way, we lie down and do not rise again;we will not get up or be awakeneduntil the heavens disappear.
13 “I wish you would hide me in the grave;hide me until your anger is gone.I wish you would set a timeand then remember me!
14 Will the dead live again?All my days are a struggle;I will wait until my change comes.