But as for me I know that my Redeemer liveth, And at last he will stand up upon the earth:

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

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

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

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

Whom I, even I, shall see, on my side, And mine eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger. My heart is consumed within me.

If ye say, How we will persecute him! And that the root of the matter is found in me;

And after my skin, even this body , is destroyed, Then without my flesh shall I see God;

Be ye afraid of the sword: For wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, That ye may know there is a judgment.

Then Job answered and said,

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

How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?

All my familiar friends abhor me, And they whom I loved are turned against me.

He hath broken me down on every side, and I am gone; And my hope hath he plucked up like a tree.

He hath put my brethren far from me, And mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.

And be it indeed that I have erred, Mine error remaineth with myself.

His troops come on together, And cast up their way against me, And encamp round about my tent.

My kinsfolk have failed, And my familiar friends have forgotten me.

He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.

If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, And plead against me my reproach;

Behold, I cry out of wrong, but I am not heard: I cry for help, but there is no justice.

My breath is strange to my wife, And my supplication to the children of mine own mother.

Know now that God hath subverted me in my cause , And hath compassed me with his net.

These ten times have ye reproached me: Ye are not ashamed that ye deal hardly with me.

He hath walled up my way that I cannot pass, And hath set darkness in my paths.

They that dwell in my house, and my maids, count me for a stranger; I am an alien in their sight.

Even young children despise me; If I arise, they speak against me.

I call unto my servant, and he giveth me no answer, Though I entreat him with my mouth.

He hath also kindled his wrath against me, And he counteth me unto him as one of his adversaries.