8 Oh that my request would be realized, that God would grant my hope;
9 that God would be willing to crush me, to release His hand, and cut me off!
10 Then I would still be comforted, even rejoice in spite of unrelenting pain, for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 “What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should endure?
12 Is my strength the strength of rock? Is my flesh bronze?
13 Is there no help within me; has not success been banished from me?
14 “A despairing person should have the kindness of his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of Shaddai.