“I wish you would hide me in the grave and forget me there until your anger has passed. But mark your calendar to think of me again!
Can the dead live again? If so, this would give me hope through all my years of struggle, and I would eagerly await the release of death.
You would call and I would answer, and you would yearn for me, your handiwork.
For then you would guard my steps, instead of watching for my sins.
My sins would be sealed in a pouch, and you would cover my guilt.