hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life? Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh of brass? What if I have no help in me, is wisdom driven quite from me? To him that is afflicted, pity should be shewed from his friend; but he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty. My brethren have dealt deceitfully as a brook, and as the stream of brooks they pass away: Which are blackish by reason of the ice, and wherein the snow is hid: What time they wax warm, they