where then is my hope? Who will see my hope?
See, he will kill me; I have no hope; but I will defend my ways to his face.
He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; he has uprooted my hope like a tree.
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?
Is not your fear of God your confidence and the integrity of your ways your hope?
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and come to their end without hope.
I said: In the noontide of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.
so I say, “Gone is my glory and all that I had hoped for from the Lord.”
the waters wear away the stones; the torrents wash away the soil of the earth; so you destroy the hope of mortals.
Then he said to me, “Mortal, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They say, ‘Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost; we are cut off completely.’