8. The eye that sees me now will no longer look on me;your eyes will be on me, and I won’t exist.
9. A cloud breaks apart and moves on—like the one who descends to the grave and won’t rise,
10. won’t return home again,won’t be recognized in town anymore.
11. But I won’t keep quiet;I will speak in the adversity of my spirit,groan in the bitterness of my life.