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A plea for God to end it
"Oh that I might have my request; That God would grant the thing that I long for!
Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
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.
What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass?
Isn’t it that I have no help in me, That wisdom is driven quite from me?