Job 7:11 - 7:16

“Indeed I will not hold back my mouth;

I will speak in the distress of my spirit;

I will muse on the bitterness of my soul.

Am I the sea or the sea monster,

That You set a guard over me?

If I say, ‘My bed will comfort me;

My couch will ease my bitter musing,’

Then You frighten me with dreams

And terrify me by visions,

So that my soul would choose suffocation,

Death rather than my pains.

I have rejected everything; I will not live forever.

Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.