Job 17:15

Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Where is now then my expectation: and who considereth my patience?

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Although he should kill me, I will trust in him. But yet I will reprove my ways in his sight;

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am lost. And he hath taken away my hope, as from a tree that is plucked up.

For what is my strength, that I can hold out? Or what is my end that I should keep patience?

Where is thy fear, thy fortitude, thy patience, and the perfection of thy ways?

My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.

I said: In the midst of my days I shall go to the gates of hell. I sought for the residue of my years.

Vau. And I said: My end and my hope is perished from the Lord.

Waters wear away the stones: and with inundation the ground by little and little is washed away. So in like manner thou shalt destroy man.

And he said to me: Son of man: All these bones are the house of Israel: they say: Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost, and we are cut off.