where then is my hope? Who will see my hope?
Though he slay me, I will hope in him; yet I will argue my ways to his face.
He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone, and my hope has he pulled up like a tree.
What is my strength, that I should wait? And what is my end, that I should be patient?
Is not your fear of God your confidence, and the integrity of your ways your hope?
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle and come to their end without hope.
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