12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That you put a guard over me?
13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;'
14 Then you scar me with dreams, And terrify me through visions:
15 So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.
16 I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
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