20. My bones cling to my skin,and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21. Pity me, pity me, you my friends,for the hand of God has struck me!
22. Why do you pursue me like God,and prey insatiably upon me?
23. Oh, would that my words were written down!Would that they were inscribed in a record:
24. That with an iron chisel and with leadthey were cut in the rock forever!
25. As for me, I know that my vindicator lives,and that he will at last stand forth upon the dust.