8O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
8O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
5 Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?
6 Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?
7 My soul is refusing to touch! They are as my sickening food.
8 O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!
9 That God would please — and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!
10 And yet it is my comfort, (And I exult in pain — He doth not spare,) That I have not hidden The sayings of the Holy One.
6:8Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant [me] the thing that I long for!
6:8"Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant what I hope for,
6:8Who will grant that my request may come: and that God may give me what I look for?
6:8Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
6:8Oh that I might have my request, and that +God would grant my desire!
6:8Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for.
6:8Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
6:8|Oh that I might have my request, that God would grant the thing that I long for,
6:8Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!