Job 6:11

Like the impatient buds in spring

That long to open wide,

I, too, long to burst from my husk.

Yet I must hide inside

With patience in my anxious breast.

My dreams must be denied.

But, I don’t have a patient heart,

It tends to chafe and chide

At waiting for my life to bloom;

And yet that, too, is pride.

For, even though I wish it so,

There’s no one at my side.

Teach me patience, and while I wait,

Please, let me bloom inside.

Job 6:11
“What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?