7 I refuse to touch that kind of food; it makes me sick!
8 “I wish I could have what I ask for. I wish God would give me what I want.
9 I wish he would crush me— just go ahead and kill me!
10 Then I would be comforted by this one thing: Even through all this pain, I never refused to obey the commands of the Holy One.
11 “With my strength gone, I have no hope to go on living. With nothing to look forward to, why should I be patient?
12 I am not strong like a rock. My body is not made from bronze.
13 I don’t have the power to help myself, because all hope of success has been taken away from me.