Job 6:8-18

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 destroy me, that He would let loose His hand and cut me off!
10 Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow. Let Him not spare, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
13 Is not my help in me? And is wisdom driven quite from me?
14 "To him that is afflicted, pity should be shown by his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
15 My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away,
16 which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid.
17 When in time they wax warm, they vanish; when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
18 The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing and perish.
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