8 Though its root may grow old in the earth,
And its stump may die in the ground,

9 Yet at the scent of water it will bud
And bring forth branches like a plant.

12 So man lies down and does not rise.
^aTill the heavens are no more,
They will not awake
Nor be roused from their sleep. ‡

13 “Oh, that You would hide me in the grave,
That You would conceal me until Your wrath is past,
That You would appoint me a set time, and remember me!