13. O that in Sheol Thou wouldest conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
14. If a man dieth--doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.
15. Thou dost call, and I--I answer Thee; To the work of Thy hands Thou hast desire.
16. But now, my steps Thou numberest, Thou dost not watch over my sin.
17. Sealed up in a bag [is] my transgression, And Thou sewest up mine iniquity.
18. And yet, a falling mountain wasteth away, And a rock is removed from its place.
19. Stones have waters worn away, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And the hope of man Thou hast destroyed.
20. Thou prevailest [over] him for ever, and he goeth, He is changing his countenance, And Thou sendest him away.