11 As the water of a lake dries up
    or a river bed becomes parched and dry,
12 so he lies down and does not rise;
    till the heavens are no more, people will not awake
    or be roused from their sleep.

13 ‘If only you would hide me in the grave
    and conceal me till your anger has passed!
If only you would set me a time
    and then remember me!

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