11 “Indeed aI will not hold back my mouth;
I will speak in the distress of my spirit;
I will muse on the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I the sea or athe sea monster,
That You set a guard over me?
13 If I say, ‘aMy bed will comfort me;
My couch will ease my bitter musing,’
14 Then You frighten me with dreams
And terrify me by visions,
15 So that my soul would choose suffocation,
Death rather than my pains.
16 I have arejected everything; I will not live forever.
Leave me alone, bfor my days are but a breath.