9 A cloud breaks apart and moves on—like the one who descends to the grave and won’t rise,
10 won’t return home again,won’t be recognized in town anymore.
11 But I won’t keep quiet;I will speak in the adversity of my spirit,groan in the bitterness of my life.
12 Am I Sea or the Sea Monsterthat you place me under guard?
13 If I say, "My couch will comfort me,"my bed will diminish my murmuring.
14 You scare me with dreams,frighten me with visions.
15 I would choose stranglingand death instead of my bones.