“Oh that You would conceal me in Sheol,
That You would hide me until Your anger returns to You,
That You would set a limit for me and remember me! 14
If a man dies, will he live again?
All the days of my labor I will wait
Until my change comes. 15
You will call, and I will answer You;
You will long for the work of Your hands. 16
For now You number my steps,
You do not keep watch over my sin. 17
My transgression is sealed up in a bag,
And You cover up my iniquity.