20. My bone cleaveth 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 hath 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 inscribed in a book!
24. That with an iron pen and lead they were graven in the rock for ever!
25. But I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand up at the last upon the earth:
26. And after my skin hath been thus destroyed, yet from my flesh shall I see God:
27. Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another. My reins are consumed within me.
28. If ye say, How we will persecute him! seeing that the root of the matter is found in me;
29. Be ye afraid of the sword: for wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment.