Job 19:20-24

“My bone clings to my skin and my flesh, And I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.

“Pity me, pity me, you friends of mine, For the hand of God has struck me.

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“Oh that my words were written! Oh that they were recorded in a book!

“That with an iron stylus and lead They were engraved in the rock forever!