where, then, is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
Even if God kills me, I have hope in him; I will still defend my ways to his face.
Water washes over stones and wears them down, and rushing waters wash away the dirt. In the same way, you destroy hope.
He beats me down on every side until I am gone; he destroys my hope like a fallen tree.
You should have confidence because you respect God; you should have hope because you are innocent.
“I do not have the strength to wait. There is nothing to hope for, so why should I be patient?
“My days go by faster than a weaver’s tool, and they come to an end without hope.
I said, “I am in the middle of my life. Do I have to go through the gates of death? Will I have the rest of my life taken away from me?”
I said, “My strength is gone, and I have no hope in the Lord.”
Then he said to me, “Human, these bones are like all the people of Israel. They say, ‘Our bones are dried up, and our hope has gone. We are destroyed.’
