20 My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 “Pity me, pity me, you my friends, for God’s hand has touched me.
22 Why do you pursue me like God? And are not satisfied with my flesh?
23 “O that my words could be written down! O that they could be inscribed in a scroll!
24 That with a pen of iron and with lead they might be engraved on a rock forever!
25 But I myself know that my redeemer is alive, and at the last he will stand up upon the earth.
26 And after my skin has been thus destroyed, but from my flesh I will see God,