21 Pity me, pity me, you my friends,for the hand of God has struck me!
22 Why do you pursue me like God,and prey insatiably upon me?
23 Oh, would that my words were written down!Would that they were inscribed in a record:
24 That with an iron chisel and with leadthey were cut in the rock forever!
25 As for me, I know that my vindicator lives,and that he will at last stand forth upon the dust.
26 This will happen when my skin has been stripped off,and from my flesh I will see God:
27 I will see for myself,my own eyes, not another’s, will behold him:my inmost being is consumed with longing.