7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
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 I yet have comfort;yea, I would harden myself in sorrow:let him not spare;for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope?And what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones?Or is my flesh of brass?
13 Is not my help in me?And is wisdom driven quite from me?