15 If I am wicked, woe to me;Even if I am righteous, I cannot lift up my head.I am full of disgrace;See my misery!
16 If my head is exalted,You hunt me like a fierce lion,And again You show Yourself awesome against me.
17 You renew Your witnesses against me,And increase Your indignation toward me;Changes and war are ever with me.
18 ‘Why then have You brought me out of the womb?Oh, that I had perished and no eye had seen me!
19 I would have been as though I had not been.I would have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days few?Cease! Leave me alone, that I may take a little comfort,
21 Before I go to the place from which I shall not return,To the land of darkness and the shadow of death,