10. And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain--He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
11. What [is] my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
12. Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my flesh brazen?
13. Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
14. To a despiser of his friends [is] shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.
15. My brethren have deceived as a brook, As a stream of brooks they pass away.
16. That are black because of ice, By them doth snow hide itself.
17. By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.
18. Turn aside do the paths of their way, They ascend into emptiness, and are lost.
19. Passengers of Tema looked expectingly, Travellers of Sheba hoped for them.
20. They were ashamed that one hath trusted, They have come unto it and are confounded.
21. Surely now ye have become the same! Ye see a downfall, and are afraid.
22. Is it because I said, Give to me? And, By your power bribe for me?
23. And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me?
24. Shew me, and I--I keep silent, And what I have erred, let me understand.