10 Be it still my consolation, Yes, let me exult in pain that doesn`t spare, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
12 Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
13 Isn`t it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?
14 "To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be shown from his friend; Even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
15 My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a brook, As the channel of brooks that pass away;
16 Which are black by reason of the ice, in which the snow hides itself:
