19 I should have been as though I had not existed; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days few? Cease then and let me alone, that I may take a little comfort and cheer up
21 Before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death,
22 The land of sunless gloom as intense darkness, [the land] of the shadow of death, without any order, and where the light is as thick darkness.