13 If I say, 'My bed will comfort me, and I will find rest, speaking with myself on my blanket,'
14 then you will frighten me with dreams, and strike dread through visions,
15 so that, because of these things, my soul would choose hanging, and my bones, death.
16 I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing.
17 What is man, that you should praise him? Or why do you place your heart near him?
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