9. Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs like a plant.
10. But man dieth, and is laid low: Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
11. As the waters fail from the sea, And the river wasteth and drieth up;
12. So man lieth down and riseth not: Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be roused out of their sleep.
13. Oh that thou wouldest hide me in Sheol, That thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, That thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14. If a man die, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Till my release should come.