21. Have mercy on me, my friends, have mercy,for God’s hand has struck me.
22. Why do you persecute me as God does?Will you never get enough of my flesh?
23. I wish that my words were written down,that they were recorded on a scroll
24. or were inscribed in stone foreverby an iron stylus and lead!
25. But I know my living Redeemer, and He will stand on the dust at last.
26. Even after my skin has been destroyed, yet I will see God in my flesh.