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;
26. and afterward from this, my stricken skin and from my own flesh, I must see God:
27. whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another, though my kidneys be consumed within me.
28. But ye should say, Why should we persecute him, seeing that the root of the matter is found in me?
29. Be ye afraid of the sword; for the wrath of the sword comes because of the iniquities, that ye may know there is a judgment.