9 Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.
10 He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.
11 Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
12 A sea-'monster' am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
13 When I said, 'My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
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