Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.

He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.

Is not this thy fear, thy confidence, thy hope, and the uprightness of thy ways?

What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.