10. But man dies and is powerless, and man expires, and where is he?
11. Water disappears from the sea, and a river dries up and is parched,
12. and man shall lie down and not rise. Till the heavens are no more, they awake not, nor are aroused from their sleep.
13. If only You would hide me in the grave, conceal me until Your wrath turns away. Set me a time, and remember me!
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.