Why don't you just bury me alive, get me out of the way until your anger cools? But don't leave me there! Set a date when you'll see me again.
If we humans die, will we live again? That's my question. All through these difficult days I keep hoping, waiting for the final change - for resurrection!
Homesick with longing for the creature you made, you'll call - and I'll answer!
You'll watch over every step I take, but you won't keep track of my missteps.
My sins will be stuffed in a sack and thrown into the sea - sunk in deep ocean.