7 My soul refuses to touch them;they are like loathsome food to me.
8 “Oh, that I might have my request,and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9 That it would please God to crush me,that He would let loose His hand and cut me off!
10 Then I would still have comfort;I would revel in pain; it will not subside,for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
11 “What strength do I have, that I should hope?And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones?Or is my flesh made of brass?
13 Is there no help within me?And is success banished from me?