Job 6:11

7My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.

8“Oh that I might have my request, that God would grant the thing that I long for,

9even that it would please God to crush me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

10Let it still be my consolation, yes, let me exult in pain that doesn’t spare, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

11What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?

12Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of bronze?

13Isn’t it that I have no help in me, that wisdom is driven away from me?

14“To him who is ready to faint, kindness should be shown from his friend; even to him who forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

15My brothers have dealt deceitfully as a brook, as the channel of brooks that pass away;