Job 17:15
And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
And where [is] now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
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13 If I wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
14 I have said to corruption, Thou [art] my father: to the worm, [Thou art] my mother, and my sister.
16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when [our] rest together [is] in the dust.
17 And thou hast removed my soul far off from peace: I forgat prosperity.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
11 What [is] my strength, that I should hope? and what [is] mine end, that I should prolong my life?
7 ¶ And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope [is] in thee.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 ¶ O remember that my life [is] wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no [more]: thine eyes [are] upon me, and I [am] not.
1 ¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
9 Behold, the hope of him is in vain: shall not [one] be cast down even at the sight of him?
10 He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
15 For in thee, O LORD, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God.
18 Wherefore then hast thou brought me forth out of the womb? Oh that I had given up the ghost, and no eye had seen me!
19 I should have been as though I had not been; I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.
20 [Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
21 Before I go [whence] I shall not return, [even] to the land of darkness and the shadow of death;
13 [Is] not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14 If a man die, shall he live [again]? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
13 So [are] the paths of all that forget God; and the hypocrite's hope shall perish:
14 Whose hope shall be cut off, and whose trust [shall be] a spider's web.
8 For what [is] the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul?
26 And [though] after my skin [worms] destroy this [body], yet in my flesh shall I see God:
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; [though] my reins be consumed within me.
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I [shall] not [be].
9 What profit [is there] in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
7 Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
18 Wherefore came I forth out of the womb to see labour and sorrow, that my days should be consumed with shame?
21 ¶ This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
6 [Is] not [this] thy fear, thy confidence, thy hope, and the uprightness of thy ways?
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
15 Behold, they say unto me, Where [is] the word of the LORD? let it come now.
15 Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
7 ¶ For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
20 But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall not escape, and their hope [shall be as] the giving up of the ghost.
47 Remember how short my time is: wherefore hast thou made all men in vain?
7 ¶ When a wicked man dieth, [his] expectation shall perish: and the hope of unjust [men] perisheth.
17 Be not a terror unto me: thou [art] my hope in the day of evil.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death;
18 [When] I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart [is] faint in me.
3 And dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee?
11 I said, I shall not see the LORD, [even] the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
5 For thou [art] my hope, O Lord GOD: [thou art] my trust from my youth.
19 Where [is] the way [where] light dwelleth? and [as for] darkness, where [is] the place thereof,
19 The waters wear the stones: thou washest away the things which grow [out] of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man.