where then is my hope? And my hope, who sees it?

Is not your piety your confidence, and your blameless ways your hope?

Thus the poor have hope, and iniquity shuts its mouth.

He tears me down on every side until I perish; he uproots my hope like one uproots a tree.

“Oh that my request would be realized, and that God would grant me what I long for!

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.

Such is the destiny of all who forget God; the hope of the godless perishes,

And you will be secure, because there is hope; you will be protected and will take your rest in safety.

But the eyes of the wicked fail, and escape eludes them; their one hope is to breathe their last.”

“But there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its new shoots will not fail.

as water wears away stones, and torrents wash away the soil, so you destroy man’s hope.

For what hope does the godless have when he is cut off, when God takes away his life?