7 The things that my soul refused to touch before, now by my sorrow are my food.
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 my comfort grow; I would hold on to sorrow without mercy; for I have not contradicted the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength that I should hope? What is my end that I should prolong my life?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of steel?
13 Am I not doing all that I can, and even with all this I lack the power to do anything?