¹¹ What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

²⁶ Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?

¹¹ Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

⁶ Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and though I forbear, what am I eased?

⁴ As for me, is my complaint to man? and if it were so, why should not my spirit be troubled?

² Even to day is my complaint bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning.