²⁵ “My days are swifter than a runner;^(A)
    they fly away without a glimpse of joy.^(B)

¹⁵ Though he slay me, yet will I hope^(A) in him;^(B)
    I will surely^[a] defend my ways to his face.^(C)

¹⁵ where then is my hope—^(A)
    who can see any hope for me?^(B)

¹⁶ Will it go down to the gates of death?^(A)
    Will we descend together into the dust?”^(B)