7 My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.
         
                                
                        8 If only I might have an answer to my prayer, and God would give me my desire!
         
                                
                        9 If only he would be pleased to put an end to me; and would let loose his hand, so that I might be cut off!
         
                                
                        10 So I would still have comfort, and I would have joy in the pains of death, for I have not been false to the words of the Holy One.
         
                                
                        11 Have I strength to go on waiting, or have I any end to be looking forward to?
         
                                
                        12 Is my strength the strength of stones, or is my flesh brass?
         
                                
                        13 I have no help in myself, and wisdom is completely gone from me.