15 If I am wicked, woe to me!And even if I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head.I am filled with shame and aware of my affliction.
16 If I am proud, You hunt me like a lionand again display Your miraculous power against me.
17 You produce new witnesses against meand multiply Your anger toward me.Hardships assault me, wave after wave.
18 “Why did You bring me out of the womb? I should have died and never been seen.
19 I wish I had never existedbut had been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Are my days not few? Stop it! Leave me alone, so that I can smile a little
21 before I go to a land of darkness and gloom, never to return.