13 “Oh that You would hide me in Sheol, and conceal me until Your wrath has passed! Oh that You would set a time for me and then remember me!
14 If a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my hard labor I will wait until my relief comes.
15 You will call and I—I will answer You; You will long for the work of Your hands.
16 For then You will number my steps; You will not keep track of my sin;
17 my transgression will be sealed in a bundle and cover over my iniquity.
18 “Yet as a mountain falls away and crumbles and a rock is moved from its place,
19 as water wears away stones and torrents wash away the soil, so You destroy a person’s hope.