17 You always have some witness against me;your anger towards me grows and grows;you always plan some new attack.
18 Why, God, did you let me be born?I should have died before anyone saw me.
19 To go from the womb straight to the gravewould have been as good as never existing.
20 Isn't my life almost over? Leave me alone!Let me enjoy the time I have left.
21 I am going soon and will never come back —going to a land that is dark and gloomy,