15. My Creator, you would want me;you would call out,and I would answer.
16. You would take care of me,but not count my sins—
17. you would put them in a bag,tie it tight,and toss them away.
18. But in the real world,mountains tumble,and rocks crumble;
19. streams wear away stonesand wash away soil.And you destroy our hopes!
20. You change the way we look,then send us away,wiped out for ever.