Job 6:7-13
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7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
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8 Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
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9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
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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.
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11 What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
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12 Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?
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13 Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?