“For there is hope for a tree,
When it is cut down, that it will change back sprouting again,
And its shoots will not cease. 8
Though its roots grow old in the ground
And its stump dies in the dry soil, 9
At the scent of water it will flourish
And put forth sprigs like a plant. 10
But man dies and lies prostrate.
Man breathes his last, and where is he? 11
As water evaporates from the sea,
And a river becomes parched and dried up, 12
So man lies down and does not rise.
Until the heavens are no longer,
He will not awake nor be aroused out of his sleep.