11 What strength have I got to keep on living?Why go on living when I have no hope?
12 Am I made of stone? Is my body bronze?
13 I have no strength left to save myself;there is nowhere I can turn for help.
14 In trouble like this I need loyal friends —whether I've forsaken God or not.
15 But you, my friends, you deceive me like streamsthat go dry when no rain comes.
16 The streams are choked with snow and ice,
17 but in the heat they disappear,and the stream beds lie bare and dry.