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,
15 so that my soul prefers strangulation, and my bones death.