⁷ 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.
⁸ Though the root thereof wax old in the earth,
And the stock thereof die in the ground;
⁹ Yet through the scent of water it will bud,
And put forth boughs like a plant.
¹⁰ But man dieth, and is laid low:
Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he?
¹¹ As the waters ^[a]fail from the sea,
And the river wasteth and drieth up;
¹² So man lieth down and riseth not:
Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake,
Nor be roused out of their sleep.