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13 Oh how I wish you would hide me in the grave,
that you would conceal me until your wrath has passed by,
that you would set an appointed time for me,
and then you would remember me.
14 If a man dies, will he live again?
Through all the days of my warfare,[a]
I will wait, until change comes about for me.
15 You will call, and I myself will answer.
Then you will long for the work of your hands.

16 Now you count my steps,
but then you will no longer keep track of my sin.
17 My rebellious deeds will be sealed up in a bag,
and you will plaster over my guilt.

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  1. Job 14:14 Or hard service or tour of duty