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?
14 He that is afflicted deserves mercy from his friend; but he has forsaken the fear of the Almighty.
15 My brethren have lied to me as a brook; they passed away as an impetuous stream,