YLT
(i)
13 O that in Sheol Thou wouldest conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
14 If a man dieth—doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.
15 Thou dost call, and I—I answer Thee; To the work of Thy hands Thou hast desire.