Job 7:11-16

¶“Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit, I will complain in the bitterness of my soul [O Lord]. “Am I the sea, or the sea monster, That You set a guard over me? “When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me, My couch will ease my complaint,’ Then You frighten me with dreams And terrify me through visions, So that I would choose suffocation, Death rather than my pain. “I waste away and loathe my life; I will not live forever. Let me alone, for my days are but a breath [futile and without substance].