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Though its root may grow old in the earth, And its stump may die in the ground,
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Yet at the scent of water it will bud And bring forth branches like a plant.
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But man dies and is laid away; Indeed he breathes his last And where is he?
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As water disappears from the sea, And a river becomes parched and dries up,
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So man lies down and does not rise. Till the heavens are no more, They will not awake Nor be roused from their sleep.
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"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!
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If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait, Till my change comes.
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You shall call, and I will answer You; You shall desire the work of Your hands.
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For now You number my steps, But do not watch over my sin.
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My transgression is sealed up in a bag, And You cover my iniquity.
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"But as a mountain falls and crumbles away, And as a rock is moved from its place;