13 Sometimes I think my bed will comfort meor that my couch will stop my complaint.
14 Then you frighten me with dreamsand terrify me with visions.
15 My throat prefers to be choked;my bones welcome death.
16 I hate my life; I don’t want to live forever.Leave me alone, because my days have no meaning.
17 “Why do you make people so importantand give them so much attention?
18 You examine them every morningand test them every moment.
19 Will you never look away from meor leave me alone even long enough to swallow?