He tears me down on every side until I am gone; He uproots my hope like a tree.
The womb forgets them; the worm feeds on them; they are remembered no more. So injustice is broken like a tree.
I have seen a wicked, ruthless man flourishing like a well-rooted native tree,
What He tears down cannot be rebuilt; the man He imprisons cannot be released.
We are hard pressed on all sides, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;
The Lord is like an enemy; He has swallowed up Israel. He has swallowed up all her palaces and destroyed her strongholds
So Satan went out from the presence of the LORD and infected Job with terrible boils from the soles of his feet to the c
where then is my hope? Who can see any hope for me?
My days have passed; my plans are broken off—even the desires of my heart.
My days are like lengthening shadows, and I wither away like grass.
What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What is my future, that I should be patient?
But to You, O LORD, I cry for help; in the morning my prayer comes before You.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
One day, while Job’s sons and daughters were eating and drinking wine in their oldest brother’s house,
Such is the destiny of all who forget God; so the hope of the godless will perish.