20. My bones cleave to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21. Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God has touched me.
22. Why do ye persecute me as God and are not satisfied with my flesh?
23. Oh, that my words were now written! Oh, that they were printed in a book!
24. That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
25. For I know that my redeemer lives and that he shall rise at the latter day over the dust;