⁷ Though there is - for a tree - hope, - if it should be cut down, that, again, it will grow, and, the tender branch thereof, will not cease; ⁸ If its root, should become old in the earth, and, in the dust, its stock should die: ⁹ Through the scent of water, it may break forth, and produce branches like a sapling, ¹⁰ Yet, man, dieth, and is prostrate, Yea the son of earth doth cease to breathe, and where is he? ¹¹ Waters, have failed from, the sea, and, a river, may waste and dry up; ¹² So, a man, hath lain down, and shall not arise, until there are no heavens, they shall not awake, nor be roused up out of their sleep.

¹³ Oh that, in hades, thou wouldst hide me! that thou wouldst keep me secret, until the turn of thine anger, that thou wouldst set for me a fixed time, and remember me: