Job 17:15
then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?
then where is my hope? And who can see any hope for me?
And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
And where now is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
Where then is{H645} my hope?{H8615} And as for my hope,{H8615} who shall see{H7789} it?
And where is now{H645} my hope{H8615}? as for my hope{H8615}, who shall see{H7789}{(H8799)} it?
What helpeth then my longe tarienge? Or, who wil fulfill the thinge, that I loke for?
Where is then now mine hope? or who shal consider the thing, that I hoped for?
Where is then now my hope? or who hath considered the thing that I loke for?
And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
Where then is my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
Where then is my hope? And as for my hope, who shall see it?
Where then is my hope? and who will see my desire?
where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
where then is my hope? And my hope, who sees it?
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13 If I hope for Sheol as my home, and I make my bed in darkness,
14 and I call the pit my father, and the worm my mother and sister,
16 Will they go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?
17 My soul has been deprived of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is.
18 So I say, 'My strength is gone, and so is my hope from the LORD.'
11 What is my strength, that I should hope? What is my end, that I should prolong my life?
7 Surely, man goes about as a shadow; surely, they make an uproar over nothing; he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will gather it.
5 My body is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers.
6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see good again.
8 The eye that now sees me will see me no longer; you will look for me, but I will be no more.
1 My spirit is broken, my days have faded away, and the grave is ready for me.
9 They are joined to one another; they stick together and cannot be separated.
10 He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; He uproots my hope like a tree.
15 I have become like a man who does not hear and in whose mouth there are no rebukes.
18 Why then did You bring me out of the womb? I wish I had died and no eye had seen me.
19 If only I had never existed, carried straight from the womb to the grave.
20 Are not my days few? Leave me alone, so I may have a moment of relief.
21 Before I go, never to return, to a land of darkness and deep shadow.
13 Indeed, there is no help in me, and ability has been driven from me.
13 If only you would hide me in the grave and conceal me till your anger has passed! If you would set me a time and then remember me!
14 If someone dies, will they live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait for my renewal to come.
13 Such is the fate of all who forget God; the hope of the godless will perish.
14 Their confidence is easily cut off, and their trust is like a spider's web.
8 For what hope has the godless when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?
26 And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I shall see God.
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another. My heart faints within me!
21 Why do you not pardon my offenses and forgive my sins? For I will soon lie down in the dust; you will search for me, but I will be no more.
9 To You, O LORD, I call; to the Lord I plead for mercy:
7 My eyes have grown dim from grief, and all my limbs are like a shadow.
18 Why did I ever come out of the womb to see trouble and sorrow and to end my days in shame?
21 Yet this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:
19 He has cast me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.
6 Isn't your fear of God your confidence, and the integrity of your ways your hope?
11 My days have passed, my plans are broken off, and the desires of my heart are gone.
15 Listen! They are saying to me, 'Where is the word of the LORD? Let it now be fulfilled!'
15 Though He slay me, yet I will hope in Him. Nevertheless, I will defend my ways before Him.
7 At least there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its shoots will not fail.
20 But the eyes of the wicked will fail, and escape will vanish from them; their only hope is the exhalation of life.
47 How long, LORD? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath keep burning like fire?
7 When a wicked man dies, his hope perishes, and the expectation of strength is lost.
17 Do not be a terror to me; You are my refuge on the day of disaster.
15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin and buried my strength in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death.
18 My grief is beyond healing; my heart is faint within me.
3 Do you fix your gaze on such a one and bring me into judgment with you?
11 I said, "I will not see the LORD, the LORD, in the land of the living; I will no longer look on humanity or be with those who dwell in the world of the dead."
5 For you are my hope, Lord, my confidence from my youth.
19 Where is the way that light dwells, and where is the place of darkness,
19 as water wears away stones and torrents wash away the soil of the earth, so you destroy the hope of man.