11 My own utterance I will not restrain;I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I the Sea, or the dragon,that you place a watch over me?
13 When I say, “My bed shall comfort me,my couch shall ease my complaint,”
14 Then you frighten me with dreamsand terrify me with visions,
15 So that I should prefer strangulationand death rather than my existence.
16 I waste away: I will not live forever;let me alone, for my days are but a breath.
17 What are human beings, that you make much of them,or pay them any heed?