¹⁵ Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?

¹⁵ Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope: Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him.

¹⁰ He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.

⁶ Is not thy fear `of God' thy confidence, `And' the integrity of thy ways thy hope?

¹¹ What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is mine end, that I should be patient?

⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.