Where now is my hope? As for my hope, who will see it?
Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him, but I will defend my own ways before Him.
The waters wear away the stones; its overflow washes away the dust of the earth; and You destroy the hope of man.
He has destroyed me on every side, and I am gone; my hope He has uprooted like a tree.
Is not your reverence your confidence? And the integrity of your ways your hope?
“What strength do I have, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
“My days fly more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
I said: In the middle of my days, I shall go to the gates of Sheol; I am to be deprived of the rest of my years.
So I say, “My strength and my hope from the Lord have perished.”
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 cut off completely.’
