Job 7:6

“Now my days are swifter than a runner; They flee away; they do not see good.

“Though He slay me, I will hope in Him. Nevertheless I will argue my ways before Him.

Water wears away stones; Its torrents wash away the dust of the earth; So You make man’s hope perish.

“My days are past; my plans are torn apart, Even the wishes of my heart.

Where now is my hope? And who beholds my hope?

“He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone; And He has uprooted my hope like a tree.

“Like a shepherd’s tent my dwelling is pulled up and removed from me; As a weaver I rolled up my life. He cuts me off from the loom; From day until night You make an end of me.