"I wish you would hide me with the dead and forget me there until your anger has passed. But mark your calendar to think of me again!
If mortals die, can they live again? This thought would give me hope, and through my struggle I would eagerly wait for release.
You would call and I would answer, and you would yearn for me, your handiwork.
For then you would count my steps, instead of watching for my sins.
My sins would be sealed in a pouch, and you would cover over my iniquity."