hope
If I wait for the grave as my house,If I make my bed in the darkness,
Will they go down to the gates of Sheol?Shall we have rest together in the dust?”
“If I have made gold my hope,Or said to fine gold, ‘You are my confidence’;
For what is the hope of the hypocrite,Though he may gain much,If God takes away his life?
He breaks me down on every side,And I am gone;My hope He has uprooted like a tree.
Indeed, any hope of overcoming him is false;Shall one not be overwhelmed at the sight of him?
Where then is my hope?As for my hope, who can see it?
Wait on the Lord;Be of good courage,And He shall strengthen your heart;Wait, I say, on the Lord!
For the needy shall not always be forgotten;The expectation of the poor shall not perish forever.
My soul, wait silently for God alone,For my expectation is from Him.