7. My soul refuseth to touch them; They are as 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. Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10. And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11. What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
12. Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?