where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
Though He slay me, I will hope in Him. I will still defend my ways to His face.
Is your reverence not your confidence, and the uprightness of your ways your hope?
He tears me down on every side until I am gone; He uproots my hope like a tree.
What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.