15 You will call out to me, and I will answer you. Your hands created me. So you will long for me.
16 Then you will count every step I take. But you won't keep track of my sin.
17 The wrong things I've done will be sealed up in a bag. You will wipe out my sins by forgiving them.
18 "A mountain wears away and crumbles. A rock is moved from its place.
19 Water wears stones away. Storms wash soil away. In the same way, you destroy our hope.
20 You overpower us completely, and then we're gone. You change the way we look and send us to our graves.
21 If our children are honored, we don't even know it. If they are dishonored, we don't even see it.