14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions;
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, death, rather than my bones.
16 I loathe it; I shall not live always: let me alone, for my days are a breath.
17 What is man, that thou makest much of him? and that thou settest thy heart upon him?
18 And that thou visitest him every morning, triest him every moment?
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