Job 19:1-7, 14-27
Then Job answered:
"How long will you torment me, and break me in pieces with words?
These ten times you have cast reproach upon me; are you not ashamed to wrong me?
And even if it be true that I have erred, my error remains with myself.
If indeed you magnify yourselves against me, and make my humiliation an argument against me, know then that God has put me in the wrong, and closed his net about me.
Behold, I cry out, 'Violence!' but I am not answered; I call aloud, but there is no justice.
My kinsfolk and my close friends have failed me; the guests in my house have forgotten me; my maidservants count me as a stranger; I have become an alien in their eyes.
I call to my servant, but he gives me no answer; I must beseech him with my mouth.
I am repulsive to my wife, loathsome to the sons of my own mother.
Even young children despise me; when I rise they talk against me.
All my intimate friends abhor me, and those whom I loved have turned against me.
My bones cleave to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
Have pity on me, have pity on me, O you my friends, for the hand of God has touched me!
Why do you, like God, pursue me? Why are you not satisfied with my flesh?
"Oh that my words were written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
Oh that with an iron pen and lead they were graven in the rock for ever!
For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at last he will stand upon the earth; and after my skin has been thus destroyed, then from my flesh I shall see God, whom I shall see on my side, and my eyes shall behold, and not another. My heart faints within me!