• Job 19:20

    My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

  • Job 19:21

    Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.

  • Job 19:22

    Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?

  • Job 19:23

    Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!

  • Job 19:24

    That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!

  • Job 19:25

    For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:

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