11 Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
12 A sea-[monster] am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
13 When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,` He taketh away in my talking my couch.
14 And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,
15 And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16 I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days [are] vanity.
17 What [is] man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?
