7 For there is hope even for a tree.
If it is cut down, it will sprout again,
And its twigs will continue to grow.
8 If its root grows old in the ground
And its stump dies in the soil,
9 At the scent of water it will sprout;
And it will produce branches like a new plant.
10 But a man dies and lies powerless;
When a human expires, where is he?+
11 Waters disappear from the sea,
And a river drains away and dries up.
12 Man also lies down and does not get up.+
Until heaven is no more, they will not wake up,
Nor will they be aroused from their sleep.+
13 O that in the Grave* you would conceal me,+
That you would hide me until your anger passes by,
That you would set a time limit for me and remember me!+
14 If a man dies, can he live again?+
I will wait all the days of my compulsory service
Until my relief comes.+
15 You will call, and I will answer you.+
You will long* for the work of your hands.