⁷ For there is hope of a tree; if it is cut down, it will come to life again, and its branches will not come to an end. ⁸ Though its root may be old in the earth, and its cut-off end may be dead in the dust; ⁹ Still, at the smell of water, it will make buds, and put out branches like a young plant. ¹⁰ But man comes to his death and is gone: he gives up his spirit, and where is he? ¹¹ The waters go from a pool, and a river becomes waste and dry; ¹² So man goes down to his last resting-place and comes not again: till the heavens come to an end, they will not be awake or come out of their sleep.

¹³ If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!