Will you even look at me, God, or put me on trial and judge me?
Nothing clean can ever come from anything as unclean as human beings.
The length of our lives is decided beforehand - the number of months we will live. You have settled it, and it can't be changed.
Look away from us and leave us alone; let us enjoy our hard life - if we can.
There is hope for a tree that has been cut down; it can come back to life and sprout.
Even though its roots grow old, and its stump dies in the ground,
with water it will sprout like a young plant.
But we die, and that is the end of us; we die, and where are we then?
Like rivers that stop running, and lakes that go dry,
people die, never to rise. They will never wake up while the sky endures; they will never stir from their sleep.
I wish you would hide me in the world of the dead; let me be hidden until your anger is over, and then set a time to remember me.