21 Pity me, pity me, you my friends, || For the hand of God has struck against me.

22 Why do you pursue me as God? And are not satisfied with my flesh?

23 Who grants now, that my words may be written? Who grants that they may be inscribed in a scroll?

24 With a pen of iron and lead—They may be hewn in a rock forever.

25 That—I have known my Redeemer, || The Living and the Last, || For He raises the dust.

26 And after my skin has surrounded this [body], || Then from my flesh I see God—

27 Whom I see on my side, || And my eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, || My reins have been consumed in my bosom.

28 But you say, Why do we pursue after him? And the root of the matter has been found in me.

29 Be afraid because of the sword, || For the punishments of the sword [are] furious, || That you may know that [there is] a judgment.”

Job 19:21-29, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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