1 If a man die, shall he live again?
All the days of my appointed time will I wait
Till my change come.
2 For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down,
That it will sprout again,
And that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
3 Though the root thereof wax old in the earth,
Yet through the scent of will it will bud,
And bring forth boughs like a plant.
4 But man dieth and wasteth away;
Yea, man giveth up the ghost,
And where is he?
5 As the waters fail from the sea,
So man lieth down, and riseth not
Till the heavens be no ore.
6 Oh, that thou would'st hide me in the grave,
That thou would'st keep me in secret, till thy wrath be past,
That thou would'st appoint me a set time, and remember me.
7 For I know that my Redeemer liveth,
And that he shall stand in the latter day upon the earth,
And though worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.