8 The eye that now sees me will see me no longer;you will look for me, but I will be no more.
9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone,so one who goes down to the grave does not return.
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,