10. He returns no more to his house, nor does his place know him any more.
11. I also, I do not hold my mouth, I speak in the distress of my spirit, I complain in the bitterness of my being.
12. Am I the sea, or a sea monster, that You set a guard over me?
13. When I say, ‘My bed does comfort me, my couch does ease my complaint,’
14. then You frighten me with dreams and make me afraid with visions,
15. so that my being chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
16. I have wasted away, I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are a breath.
17. What is man, that You should make him great, that You should set Your heart on him,
18. that You should visit him every morning, trying him every moment?