"What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?112
Do I have the strength of stone? Is my flesh bronze?213
Do I have any power to help myself,3 now that success has been driven from me?
"A despairing man4 should have the devotion5 of his friends,6 even though he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.715
But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams,8 as the streams that overflow
when darkened by thawing ice and swollen with melting snow,917
but that cease to flow in the dry season, and in the heat10 vanish from their channels.
Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go up into the wasteland and perish.
The caravans of Tema11 look for water, the traveling merchants of Sheba12 look in hope.
They are distressed, because they had been confident; they arrive there, only to be disappointed.1321
Now you too have proved to be of no help; you see something dreadful and are afraid.14