Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

For thou art my hope, O Lord GOD: thou art my trust from my youth.

But I will hope continually, and will yet praise thee more and more.

That they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep his commandments:

Remember the word unto thy servant, upon which thou hast caused me to hope.

My soul fainteth for thy salvation: but I hope in thy word.

Thou art my hiding place and my shield: I hope in thy word.

Uphold me according unto thy word, that I may live: and let me not be ashamed of my hope.

I wait for the LORD, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.

Let Israel hope in the LORD: for with the LORD there is mercy, and with him is plenteous redemption.

Let Israel hope in the LORD from henceforth and for ever.

Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the LORD his God:

The LORD taketh pleasure in them that fear him, in those that hope in his mercy.

The hope of the righteous shall be gladness: but the expectation of the wicked shall perish.

When a wicked man dieth, his expectation shall perish: and the hope of unjust men perisheth.

The wicked is driven away in his wickedness: but the righteous hath hope in his death.

Chasten thy son while there is hope, and let not thy soul spare for his crying.

Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? there is more hope of a fool than of him.

Seest thou a man that is hasty in his words? there is more hope of a fool than of him.

For to him that is joined to all the living there is hope: for a living dog is better than a dead lion.

For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.

Thou art wearied in the greatness of thy way; yet saidst thou not, There is no hope: thou hast found the life of thine hand; therefore thou wast not grieved.

Withhold thy foot from being unshod, and thy throat from thirst: but thou saidst, There is no hope: no; for I have loved strangers, and after them will I go.

O the hope of Israel, the saviour thereof in time of trouble, why shouldest thou be as a stranger in the land, and as a wayfaring man that turneth aside to tarry for a night?