Is not your fear [founded] in folly, your hope also, and the mischief of your way?

For what is my strength, that I continue? What is my time, that my soul endures?

Though the Mighty One should lay [His] hand upon me, forasmuch as He has begun, verily I will speak, and plead before Him.

He has torn me round about, and I am gone, and He has cut off my hope like a tree.