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Job - ch 19 v 21 - 29
- Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
- Why do you pursue me as God? And with my flesh are not satisfied?
- Who doth grant now, That my words may be written? Who doth grant that in a book they may be graven?
- With a pen of iron and lead -- For ever in a rock they may be hewn.
- That -- I have known my Redeemer, The Living and the Last, For the dust he doth rise.
- And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God:
- Whom I -- I see on my side, And mine eyes have beheld, and not a stranger, Consumed have been my reins in my bosom.
- But ye say, `Why do we pursue after him?' And the root of the matter hath been found in me.
- Be ye afraid because of the sword, For furious `are' the punishments of the sword, That ye may know that `there is' a judgment.
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