If only You would hide me in Sheol and conceal me until Your anger passes, that You would appoint a time for me and then remember me.
When a man dies, will he come back to life? [If so,] I would wait all the days of my struggle until my relief comes.
You would call, and I would answer You. You would long for the work of Your hands.
For then You would count my steps but would not take note of my sin.
My rebellion would be sealed up in a bag, and You would cover over my iniquity.