13 'Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, That you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, That you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14 If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, Until my release should come.
15 You would call, and I would answer you. You would have a desire to the work of your hands.
16 But now you number my steps. Don't you watch over my sin?
17 My disobedience is sealed up in a bag. You fasten up my iniquity.
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