⁸ O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!

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 corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.

¹⁵ And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

¹⁶ `To' the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.

⁸¹ `Kaph.' Consumed for Thy salvation hath been my soul, For Thy word I have hoped.