8 The eye that sees me now will see me no more; your eyes will be on me, but I will be no more.
9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so one descending into Sheol does not come up;
10 he will never return to his house, his place does not know him.
11 “So I will not keep silent; I will speak in the distress of my spirit, I will complain in bitterness of soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a monster of the deep that You have set a watch over me?
13 When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,’
14 then You frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions,