ECB(i)
11 Also I - I spare not my mouth; I word in the tribulation of my spirit; I meditate in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea or a monster that you set a guard over me?
13 When I say, My bedstead sighs for me, my bed lifts my meditation;
14 and you terrify me with dreams and frighten me through visions;
15 so that my soul chooses strangling and death rather than my bones.
16 I spurn; I live not eternally; let me decease; for my days are vanity.
17 What is man, that you greaten him? - that you set your heart on him?
18 - that you visit him every morning? - and proof him every blink?
19 Until when look you not from me? - nor loose me until I swallow my spit?
20 I sinned; what do I to you, O you guardian of humanity? Why set me as a target against you, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 And why lift you not my rebellion and pass away my perversity? for now I lie in the dust; and you seek me early - but I am not.