20 My skin and my flesh cling to my bones;I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
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.