(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:)
Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.
And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?
They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.
For who in the heaven can be compared unto the LORD? who among the sons of the mighty can be likened unto the LORD?
Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.