7. I refused to touch them; they are like food that will make me ill.
8. “O that my request may come, and that God may grant my hope,
9. that God would decide that he would crush me, that he would let loose his hand and kill me.
10. But it will still be my consolation, and I would recoil in unrelenting pain, for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11. What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should hold out?
12. Or is my strength like the strength of stones? Or is my flesh bronze?
13. Indeed, my help is not in me, and any success is driven from me.