ECB(i)
19 Until when look you not from me? - nor loose me until I swallow my spit?
20 I sinned; what do I to you, O you guardian of humanity? Why set me as a target against you, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 And why lift you not my rebellion and pass away my perversity? for now I lie in the dust; and you seek me early - but I am not.