where then is my hope? Who will see my hope?
Though he slay me, I will hope in him; yet I will argue my ways to his face.
He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone, and my hope has he pulled up like a tree.
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?
Is not your fear of God your confidence, and the integrity of your ways your hope?
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and come to their end without hope.
I said, In the middle of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.
so I say, “My endurance has perished; so has my hope from the Lord.”
the waters wear away the stones; the torrents wash away the soil of the earth; so you destroy the hope of man.
Then he said to me, “Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. Behold, they say, ‘Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost; we are indeed cut off.’
