And where now my hope? and my hope who shall regard it?
If he shall slay me shall I not hope? only I will prove my ways to his face.
The waters rubbed the stones: thou wilt overflow the flowings of the dust of the earth; and thou didst destroy the hope of man.
He will lay me waste round about, and I shall go: and he will remove my hope as a tree.
Is not thy fear, thy confidence, thy hope, and the integrity of thy ways?
For what my strength that I shall wait and what my end, that I shall prolong my soul?
My days were swift above a weaver's shuttle, and will finish with no more of hope.
I said in the quiet of my days, I shall go to the gates of hades: I was missed the remainder of my years.
And saying, My glory perished, and my hope from Jehovah:
And he will say to me, Son of man, these bones all the house of Israel: behold them saying, Our bones were dried up, and our hope perished, and we were cut off to us.