Job 17:15

What helpeth then my long tarrying? Or, who will fulfill the thing that I look for?

Where is now thy fear of God, thy steadfastness, thy patience, and the perfectness of thy ways?

What power have I to endure? Or, what is mine end, that my soul might be patient?

my days pass over more speedily than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

Lo, though he slay me, yet will I put my trust in him. But if I shew and reprove mine own ways in his sight,

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am undone: My hope hath he taken away from me, as it were a tree plucked up by the root.

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And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

Where is now thy fear of God, thy steadfastness, thy patience, and the perfectness of thy ways?

What power have I to endure? Or, what is mine end, that my soul might be patient?

Lo, though he slay me, yet will I put my trust in him. But if I shew and reprove mine own ways in his sight,

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am undone: My hope hath he taken away from me, as it were a tree plucked up by the root.

So I turned me to refrain my mind from all such travail, as I took under the Sun:

"I thought I should have gone to the gates of hell in my best age, and have wanted the residue of my years.

I thought in myself, "I am undone; there is no hope for me in the LORD."