15 If I am wicked, woe unto me; and if I am righteous, I will not lift up my head, being full of dishonour and of seeing my affliction.
16 And thou dost increase. Thou dost hunt me as a fierce lion; turning and doing marvels in me.
17 Thou dost renew thy plagues against me and increase thine indignation upon me, bringing up armies against me.
18 Why then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the spirit and no eye had seen me!
19 I should have been as though I had not been; 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 comfort a little,
21 before I go, to not return, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;