^{12 Ref} 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 Ref} O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.

^{14 Ref} If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.

^{15 Ref} Thou dost call, and I -- I answer Thee; To the work of Thy hands Thou hast desire.