7 My soul refuses to touch them;They are as loathsome food to me.
8 “Oh, that I might have my request,That God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9 That it would please God to crush me,That He would loose His hand and cut me off!
10 Then I would still have comfort;Though in anguish I would exult,He will not spare;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 bronze?
13 Is my help not within me?And is success driven from me?