But it is still my comfort, And I rejoice in unsparing pain, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should endure?
Is my strength the strength of stones, Or is my flesh bronze?
Is it that my help is not within me, And that a good outcome is driven away from me?
'For the despairing man there should be
kindness from his friend; So that he does not abandon the fear of the Almighty.
My brothers have acted deceitfully like a wadi, Like the torrents of wadis which drain away,
Which are darkened because of ice, And
into which the snow melts.
When they dry up, they vanish; When it is hot, they disappear from their place.