Job 17:15
And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
And where `is' now my hope? Yea, my hope, who doth behold it?
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13 If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
14 To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.
16 `To' the parts of Sheol ye go down, If together on the dust we may rest.
17 And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.
18 And I say, Perished hath my strength and my hope from Jehovah.
11 What `is' my power that I should hope? And what mine end That I should prolong my life?
7 And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it `is' of Thee.
5 Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
6 My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
7 Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
8 The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes `are' upon me -- and I am not.
1 My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
9 Lo, the hope of him is found a liar, Also at his appearance is not one cast down?
10 He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.
15 Because for Thee, O Jehovah, I have waited, Thou dost answer, O Lord my God.
18 And why from the womb Hast Thou brought me forth? I expire, and the eye doth not see me.
19 As I had not been, I am, From the belly to the grave I am brought,
20 Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
21 Before I go, and return not, Unto a land of darkness and death-shade,
13 Is not my help with me, And substance driven from me?
13 O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
14 If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.
13 So `are' the paths of all forgetting God, And the hope of the profane doth perish,
14 Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.
8 For what `is' the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?
26 And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God:
27 Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.
21 Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!
9 `What gain `is' in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?
7 And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
18 Why `is' this? from the womb I have come out, To see labour and sorrow, Yea, consumed in shame are my days!
21 This I turn to my heart -- therefore I hope.
19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
6 Is not thy reverence thy confidence? Thy hope -- the perfection of thy ways?
11 My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
15 Lo, they are saying unto me: `Where `is' the word of Jehovah? pray, let it come.'
15 Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
7 For there is of a tree hope, if it be cut down, That again it doth change, That its tender branch doth not cease.
20 And the eyes of the wicked are consumed, And refuge hath perished from them, And their hope `is' a breathing out of soul!
47 Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
7 In the death of a wicked man, hope perisheth, And the expectation of the iniquitous hath been lost.
17 Be not Thou to me for a terror, My hope `art' Thou in a day of evil.
15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
18 My refreshing for me `is' sorrow, For me my heart `is' sick.
3 Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
11 I said, I do not see Jah -- Jah! In the land of the living, I do not behold man any more, With the inhabitants of the world.
5 For Thou `art' my hope, O Lord Jehovah, My trust from my youth.
19 Where `is' this -- the way light dwelleth? And darkness, where `is' this -- its place?
19 Stones have waters worn away, Their outpourings wash away the dust of earth, And the hope of man Thou hast destroyed.