8 Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for! |
9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off! |
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One. |
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life? |
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass? |
13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me? |