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All my close friends abhor me, And those whom I love have turned against me.
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My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, And I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
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"Have pity on me, have pity on me, O you my friends, For the hand of God has struck me!
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Why do you persecute me as God does, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
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"Oh, that my words were written! Oh, that they were inscribed in a book!
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That they were engraved on a rock With an iron pen and lead, forever!
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For I know that my Redeemer lives, And He shall stand at last on the earth;
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And after my skin is destroyed, this I know, That in my flesh I shall see God,
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Whom I shall see for myself, And my eyes shall behold, and not another. How my heart yearns within me!
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If you should say, 'How shall we persecute him?'-- Since the root of the matter is found in me,
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Be afraid of the sword for yourselves; For wrath brings the punishment of the sword, That you may know there is a judgment."