¹³ Would ye tarry for them till they were grown? would ye stay for them from having husbands? nay, my daughters; for it grieveth me much for your sakes that the hand of the Lord is gone out against me.

¹¹ But put forth thine hand now, and touch all that he hath, and he will curse thee to thy face.

²¹ Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.

²¹ Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.

² For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.

⁴ Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.