7 Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.
8 Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure.
9 Just as a cloud is consumed and passes away, so he who descends to hell will not ascend.
10 He will not return again to his house, nor will his own place know him any longer.
11 And because of this, I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the affliction of my spirit. I will converse from the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I an ocean or a whale, that you have encircled me in a prison?
13 If I say, "My bed will comfort me, and I will find rest, speaking with myself on my blanket,"