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 maintain mine own ways before him.
The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man.
He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
Is not this thy fear, thy confidence, thy hope, and the uprightness of thy ways?
What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is mine 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 residue of my years.
And I said, My strength and my hope is 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 for our parts.