And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will defend my own ways before him.
The waters wear the stones: you wash away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and you destroy the hope of man.
He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and my hope has he removed like a tree.
Is not this your fear, your confidence, your hope, and the uprightness of your ways?
What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the rest of my years.
And I said, My strength and my hope has perished from the LORD:
Then he said unto me, Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel: behold, they say, Our bones are dried, and our hope is lost: we are cut off on our part.
