15 If I should be wicked, alas for me!even if righteous, I dare not hold up my head,sated with shame, drenched in affliction!
16 Should it lift up, you hunt me like a lion:repeatedly you show your wondrous power against me,
17 You renew your attack upon meand multiply your harassment of me;in waves your troops come against me.
18 Why then did you bring me forth from the womb?I should have died and no eye have seen me.
19 I should be as though I had never lived;I should have been taken from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days few? Stop!Let me alone, that I may recover a little
21 Before I go whence I shall not return,to the land of darkness and of gloom,