where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.
The waters wear the stones. The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth. So you destroy the hope of man.
He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.
Isn't your piety your confidence? Isn't the integrity of your ways your hope?
What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
I said, *In the middle of my life I go into the gates of She'ol. I am deprived of the residue of my years.*
I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from the LORD.
Then he said to me, Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Yisra'el: behold, they say, Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost; we are clean cut off.