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I also, cannot restrain my mouth, - I must speak, in the anguish of my spirit, I must find utterance, in the bitterness of my soul.

Am, I, a sea, or a sea-monster, - That thou shouldst set over me a watch?

When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help to carry my complaint,

Then thou scarest me with dreams, and, by visions, dost thou terrify me:

So that my soul chooseth strangling, Death, rather than these my bones!

I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.