21 You are my friends! Take pity on me!The hand of God has struck me down.
22 Why must you persecute me as God does?Haven't you tormented me enough?
23 How I wish that someone would remember my wordsand record them in a book!
24 Or with a chisel carve my words in stoneand write them so that they would last for ever.
25 But I know there is someone in heavenwho will come at last to my defence.
26 Even after my skin is eaten by disease,while still in this body I will see God.
27 I will see him with my own eyes,and he will not be a stranger.My courage failed because you said,