Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who can see it?
Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him. Even so, I will defend my own ways before Him.
As water wears away stones, And as torrents wash away the soil of the earth; So You destroy the hope of man.
He breaks me down 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 are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.
I said, “In the prime of my life I shall go to the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the remainder of my years.”
And I said, “My strength and my hope Have perished from the Lord.”
Then He said to me, “Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They indeed say, ‘Our bones are dry, our hope is lost, and we ourselves are cut off!’
