Job 6:8 - 6:13

“Oh that my request might come to pass,

And that God would grant my hope!

Would that God were willing to crush me,

That He would release His hand and cut me off!

But it is still my comfort,

And I rejoice in unsparing pain,

That I have not at all hidden away the words of the Holy One.

What is my strength, that I should wait?

And what is my end, that I should endure?

Is my strength the strength of stones,

Or is my flesh bronze?

Is it that there is no help within me,

And that the success of sound wisdom is driven from me?