Momentary hope

13 I wish you would hide me in the underworld, conceal me until your anger passes, set a time for me, and remember me.
14 If people die, will they live again? All the days of my service I would wait until my restoration took place.
15 You would call, and I would answer you; you would long for your handiwork.
16 Though you now number my steps, you would not keep a record of my sin.
17 My rebellion is sealed in a bag; you would cover my sin.