“If only you would hide me in the grave and conceal me till your anger has passed! If only you would set me a time and then remember me!
If someone dies, will they live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait for my renewal to come.
You will call and I will answer you; you will long for the creature your hands have made.
Surely then you will count my steps but not keep track of my sin.
My offenses will be sealed up in a bag; you will cover over my sin.
“But as a mountain erodes and crumbles and as a rock is moved from its place,
as water wears away stones and torrents wash away the soil, so you destroy a person’s hope.
You overpower them once for all, and they are gone; you change their countenance and send them away.
If their children are honored, they do not know it; if their offspring are brought low, they do not see it.
They feel but the pain of their own bodies and mourn only for themselves.”