14 Will we humans live again?I would gladly sufferand wait for my time.
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 forever.