14 If a man dies, would he live again? All the days of my struggle I wait, till my change comes.
15 You would call, and I would answer You. You have yearned for the work of Your hands.
16 For now You count my steps – do You not watch over my sin?
17 My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and You cover over my crookedness.
18 But a falling mountain crumbles away, and a rock is moved from its place,
19 as water wears away stones, its out-pouring washes away the soil of the earth – so You have destroyed the expectancy of man.
20 You overpower him, forever, and he is gone – his face changes and You send him away.