If only my request would be granted and God would provide what I hope for:
that He would decide to crush me, to unleash His power and cut me off!
It would still bring me comfort, and I would leap for joy in unrelenting pain that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
What strength do I have that I should continue to hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?
Is my strength that of stone, or my flesh made of bronze?
Since I cannot help myself, [the hope for] success has been banished from me.