And where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
Though he slay me, I will not wait, but I will maintain my own ways before Him.
The waters wear away the stones; the outpouring of it washes the dust of the earth; and You cause the hope of man to perish.
He has broken me on every side, and I am gone, and He has uprooted my hope like a tree.
Is not your reverence your hope? Is not your hope the uprightness of your ways?
What is my strength, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should be patient?
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are ended without hope.
I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave; I have numbered the rest of my years.
And I said, My strength and my hope from Jehovah are gone.
And He said to 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 by ourselves.