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Job 17:15

Young's Literal Translation 1862

And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?

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Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.

Stones have waters worn away, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And the hope of man Thou hast destroyed.

He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.

Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?

What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?

My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.

`I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.

And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.

And He saith unto me, `Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel; lo, they are saying: Dried up have our bones, And perished hath our hope, We have been cut off by ourselves.




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