10 He will never come to his house again;his place will know him no more.
11 ‘Therefore I will not keep silent;I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit,I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep,that you put me under guard?
13 When I think my bed will comfort meand my couch will ease my complaint,
14 even then you frighten me with dreamsand terrify me with visions,
15 so that I prefer strangling and death,rather than this body of mine.
16 I despise my life; I would not live for ever.Let me alone; my days have no meaning.