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.
14. “Loyal love should come for the afflicted from his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of Shaddai.
15. My companions are treacherous like a torrent-bed; like a streambed of wadis they flow away,