21 Pity me, my friends, pity me,because the hand of God has hit me.
22 Why do you chase me as God does?Haven’t you hurt me enough?
23 “How I wish my words were written down,written on a scroll.
24 I wish they were carved with an iron pen into lead,or carved into stone forever.
25 I know that my Defender lives,and in the end he will stand upon the earth.
26 Even after my skin has been destroyed,in my flesh I will see God.
27 I will see him myself;I will see him with my very own eyes.How my heart wants that to happen!