10 He does not return again to his house, and his place does not recognize him again.
11 “Even I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in my spirit’s anguish; I will complain in my inner self’s bitterness.
12 Am I the sea, or a sea monster, that you set a guard over me?
13 When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me, and my couch will ease my complaint,’
14 then you terrify me with dreams, and with visions you terrify me.
15 So my inner self will choose strangling— death more than my existence.
16 I loathe my life; I would not live forever; depart from me, for my days are a breath.