9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away;so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
10 He shall return no more to his house,neither shall his place know him any more.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth;I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale,that thou settest a watch over me?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me,my couch shall ease my complaint;
14 then thou scarest me with dreams,and terrifiest me through visions:
15 so that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.