12. And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.
13. O that in Sheol Thou wouldest conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
14. If a man dieth--doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.
15. Thou dost call, and I--I answer Thee; To the work of Thy hands Thou hast desire.
16. But now, my steps Thou numberest, Thou dost not watch over my sin.