"Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant what I hope for,19
that God would be willing to crush2 me, to let loose his hand and cut me off !310
Then I would still have this consolation4-- my joy in unrelenting pain5-- that I had not denied the words6 of the Holy One.711
"What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?812
Do I have the strength of stone? Is my flesh bronze?913
Do I have any power to help myself,10 now that success has been driven from me?
"A despairing man11 should have the devotion12 of his friends,13 even though he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.1415
But my brothers are as undependable as intermittent streams,15 as the streams that overflow
when darkened by thawing ice and swollen with melting snow,1617
but that cease to flow in the dry season, and in the heat17 vanish from their channels.
Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go up into the wasteland and perish.