16 If my head is held high, you hunt me like a lion. Again you show yourself powerful to me.
17 You renew your witnesses against me, And increase your indignation on me. Changes and warfare are with me.
18 "`Why, then, have you brought me forth out of the womb? I wish 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 Aren`t my days few? Cease then, Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
21 Before I go where I shall not return from, To the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;
22 The land dark as midnight, Of the shadow of death, without any order, Where the light is as midnight.`"
