Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
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.
What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
[Is] my strength the strength of stones? or [is] my flesh of brass?
[Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
To him that is afflicted pity [should be shewed] from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, [and] as the stream of brooks they pass away;
Which are blackish by reason of the ice, [and] wherein the snow is hid:
What time they wax warm, they vanish: when it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
The paths of their way are turned aside; they go to nothing, and perish.
