Job 19:21-27

21Have mercy on me, my friends, have mercy, for God’s hand has struck me.

22Why do you persecute me as God does? Will you never get enough of my flesh?

23I wish that my words were written down, that they were recorded on a scroll

24or were inscribed in stone forever by an iron stylus and lead!

25But I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the end he will stand on the dust.

26Even after my skin has been destroyed, yet I will see God in my flesh.

27I will see him myself; my eyes will look at him, and not as a stranger. My heart longs within me.