1876 verses about Hope

but if you return to me, and keep my commandments and do them, though your outcasts were in the uttermost part of the heavens, yet I will gather them from there, and will bring them to the place that I have chosen, to cause my name to dwell there.’

In the month Nisan, in the twentieth year of Artaxerxes the king, when wine was before him, I picked up the wine, and gave it to the king. Now I had not been sad before in his presence.

I said to the king, “Let the king live forever! Why shouldn’t my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been consumed with fire?”

I said to the king, “If it pleases the king, and if your servant has found favor in your sight, that you would send me to Judah, to the city of my fathers’ tombs, that I may build it.”

Then I said to them, “You see the bad situation that we are in, how Jerusalem lies waste, and its gates are burned with fire. Come, let us build up the wall of Jerusalem, that we won’t be disgraced.”

Judah said, “The strength of the bearers of burdens is fading, and there is much rubble; so that we are not able to build the wall.”

Wherever you hear the sound of the trumpet, rally there to us. Our God will fight for us.”

“You saw the affliction of our fathers in Egypt, and heard their cry by the Red Sea,

“Nevertheless in your manifold mercies you did not make a full end of them, nor forsake them; for you are a gracious and merciful God.

The Jews had light, gladness, joy, and honor.

Now in the twelfth month, which is the month Adar, on the thirteenth day of the month, when the king’s commandment and his decree came near to be put in execution, on the day that the enemies of the Jews hoped to conquer them, (but it was turned out the opposite happened, that the Jews conquered those who hated them),

Let the stars of its twilight be dark. Let it look for light, but have none, neither let it see the eyelids of the morning,

“Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,

Who long for death, but it doesn’t come; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures,

Isn’t your piety your confidence? Isn’t the integrity of your ways your hope?

“But as for me, I would seek God. I would commit my cause to God,

So the poor has hope, and injustice shuts her mouth.

For he wounds, and binds up. He injures, and his hands make whole.

In famine he will redeem you from death; in war, from the power of the sword.

“Oh that I might have my request, that God would grant the thing that I long for,

Be it still my consolation, yes, let me exult in pain that doesn’t spare, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

What is my strength, that I should wait? What is my end, that I should be patient?

The caravans of Tema looked. The companies of Sheba waited for them.

As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,

so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.

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

Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.

The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.

Though your beginning was small, yet your latter end would greatly increase.

So are the paths of all who forget God. The hope of the godless man shall perish,

He will still fill your mouth with laughter, your lips with shouting.

If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;’

I should have been as though I had not been. I should have been carried from the womb to the grave.

Aren’t my days few? Cease then. Leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

before I go where I shall not return from, to the land of darkness and of the shadow of death;

“If you set your heart aright, stretch out your hands toward him.

Surely then you shall lift up your face without spot; Yes, you shall be steadfast, and shall not fear:

for you shall forget your misery. You shall remember it like waters that have passed away.

Life shall be clearer than the noonday. Though there is darkness, it shall be as the morning.

You shall be secure, because there is hope. Yes, you shall search, and shall take your rest in safety.

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail. They shall have no way to flee. Their hope shall be the giving up of the spirit.”

He uncovers deep things out of darkness, and brings out to light the shadow of death.

Behold, he will kill me. I have no hope. Nevertheless, I will maintain my ways before him.

“For there is hope for a tree, If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, that the tender branch of it will not cease.

Though its root grows old in the earth, and its stock dies in the ground,

yet through the scent of water it will bud, and sprout boughs like a plant.

As the waters fail from the sea, and the river wastes and dries up,

“Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!

If a man dies, shall he live again? All the days of my warfare would I wait, until my release should come.

You would call, and I would answer you. You would have a desire to the work of your hands.

The waters wear the stones. The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth. So you destroy the hope of man.

Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.

For when a few years have come, I shall go the way of no return.

“My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.

“Now give a pledge, be collateral for me with yourself. Who is there who will strike hands with me?

Yet shall the righteous hold on his way. He who has clean hands shall grow stronger and stronger.

My days are past, my plans are broken off, as are the thoughts of my heart.

They change the night into day, saying ‘The light is near’ in the presence of darkness.

where then is my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol, or descend together into the dust?”

“Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard. I cry for help, but there is no justice.

He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. My hope he has plucked up like a tree.

“Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!

That with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever!

But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives. In the end, he will stand upon the earth.

After my skin is destroyed, then in my flesh shall I see God,

Whom I, even I, shall see on my side. My eyes shall see, and not as a stranger. “My heart is consumed within me.

The Almighty will be your treasure, and precious silver to you.

For then you will delight yourself in the Almighty, and shall lift up your face to God.

You shall also decree a thing, and it shall be established to you. Light shall shine on your ways.

Oh that I knew where I might find him! That I might come even to his seat!

But he knows the way that I take. When he has tried me, I shall come out like gold.

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

Then I said, ‘I shall die in my own house, I shall count my days as the sand.

I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.

“If I have made gold my hope, and have said to the fine gold, ‘You are my confidence;’

to bring back his soul from the pit, that he may be enlightened with the light of the living.

He delivers the afflicted by their affliction, and opens their ear in oppression.

Yes, he would have allured you out of distress, into a wide place, where there is no restriction. That which is set on your table would be full of fatness.

Behold, God is great, and we don’t know him. The number of his years is unsearchable.

Behold, the hope of him is in vain. Won’t one be cast down even at the sight of him?

“I know that you can do all things, and that no purpose of yours can be restrained.

Yahweh turned the captivity of Job, when he prayed for his friends. Yahweh gave Job twice as much as he had before.

Then came there to him all his brothers, and all his sisters, and all those who had been of his acquaintance before, and ate bread with him in his house. They comforted him, and consoled him concerning all the evil that Yahweh had brought on him. Everyone also gave him a piece of money, and everyone a ring of gold.

He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that produces its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper.

Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.” Selah.

But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.

I laid myself down and slept. I awakened; for Yahweh sustains me.

I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.

Salvation belongs to Yahweh. Your blessing be on your people. Selah.

Many say, “Who will show us any good?” Yahweh, let the light of your face shine on us.

Yahweh, in the morning you shall hear my voice. In the morning I will lay my requests before you, and will watch expectantly.

My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh—how long?

Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

Yahweh has heard my supplication. Yahweh accepts my prayer.

Yahweh will also be a high tower for the oppressed; a high tower in times of trouble.

Those who know your name will put their trust in you, for you, Yahweh, have not forsaken those who seek you.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh. See my affliction by those who hate me, and lift me up from the gates of death;

For the needy shall not always be forgotten, nor the hope of the poor perish forever.

Why do you stand far off, Yahweh? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?