19 All my close friends abhor me,And those whom I love have turned against me.
20 My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh,And I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 “Have pity on me, have pity on me, O you my friends,For the hand of God has struck me!
22 Why do you persecute me as God does,And are not satisfied with my flesh?
23 “Oh, that my words were written!Oh, that they were inscribed in a book!
24 That they were engraved on a rockWith an iron pen and lead, forever!
25 For I know that my Redeemer lives,And He shall stand at last on the earth;