10. And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11. What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?
12. Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
13. Is it not that I have no help in me, And that wisdom is driven quite from me?
14. To him that is ready to faint kindness should be showed from his friend; Even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
15. My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, As the channel of brooks that pass away;
16. Which are black by reason of the ice, And wherein the snow hideth itself: