9 When a cloud disappears, it's gone forever. And anyone who goes down to the grave never returns.
10 He never comes home again. Even his own family doesn't remember him.
11 "So I won't keep quiet. When I'm suffering greatly, I'll speak out. When my spirit is bitter, I'll tell you how unhappy I am.
12 Am I the ocean? Am I the sea monster? If I'm not, why do you guard me so closely?
13 Sometimes I think my bed will comfort me. I think my couch will keep me from being unhappy.
14 But even then you send me dreams that frighten me. You send me visions that terrify me.
15 So I would rather choke to death. That would be better than living in this body of mine.