Is not this thy fear, thy confidence, thy hope, and the uprightness of thy ways?

So the poor hath hope, and iniquity stoppeth her mouth.

What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

So are the paths of all that forget God; and the hypocrite's hope shall perish:

Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust shall be a spider's web.

His roots are wrapped about the heap, and seeth the place of stones.

And thou shalt be secure, because there is hope; yea, thou shalt dig about thee, and thou shalt take thy rest in safety.

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope shall be as the giving up of the ghost.

For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man.

I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.

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

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.

For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul?

Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay;

If I have made gold my hope, or have said to the fine gold, Thou art my confidence;

But the hypocrites in heart heap up wrath: they cry not when he bindeth them.

Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?