If I have any success at all, you hunt me down like a lion; to hurt me you even work miracles.
You always have some witness against me; your anger toward me grows and grows; you always plan some new attack.
Why, God, did you let me be born? I should have died before anyone saw me.
To go from the womb straight to the grave would have been as good as never existing.
Isn't my life almost over? Leave me alone! Let me enjoy the time I have left.
I am going soon and will never come back - going to a land that is dark and gloomy,
a land of darkness, shadows, and confusion, where the light itself is darkness.