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

²¹ And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.

²⁰ Are not my days few? cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,

¹⁰ He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.