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

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

¹⁰ He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.

⁶ Isn't your piety your confidence, The integrity of your ways your hope?

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

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