19 My best friends and loved oneshave turned from me.
20 I am skin and bones—just barely alive.
21 My friends, I beg you for pity!God has made me his target.
22 Hasn't he already done enough?Why do you join the attack?
23 I wish that my wordscould be written down
24 or chiselled into rock.
25 I know that my Saviour lives,and at the endhe will stand on this earth.