7 I refuse to touch it;such food makes me ill.
8 ‘Oh, that I might have my request,that God would grant what I hope for,
9 that God would be willing to crush me,to let loose his hand and cut off my life!
10 Then I would still have this consolation –my joy in unrelenting pain –that I had not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 ‘What strength do I have, that I should still hope?What prospects, that I should be patient?
12 Do I have the strength of stone?Is my flesh bronze?
13 Do I have any power to help myself,now that success has been driven from me?