Job 17:15

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

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.

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

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

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

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?

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

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

And I turned round to cause my heart to despair concerning all the labour that I laboured at under the sun.

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.