15 My Creator, you would want me;you would call out,and I would answer.
16 You would take care of me,but not count my sins—
17 you would put them in a bag,tie it tight,and toss them away.
18 But in the real world,mountains tumble,and rocks crumble;
19 streams wear away stonesand wash away soil.And you destroy our hopes!
20 You change the way we look,then send us away,wiped out for ever.
21 We never live to knowif our children are praisedor disgraced.