17 My breath is offensive to my wife; I am loathsome to my own family.
18 Even the little boys scorn me; when I appear, they ridicule me.
19 All my intimate friends detest me; those I love have turned against me.
20 I am nothing but skin and bones; I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.a
21 “Have pity on me, my friends, have pity, for the hand of God has struck me.
22 Why do you pursue me as God does? Will you never get enough of my flesh?
23 “Oh, that my words were recorded, that they were written on a scroll,
24 that they were inscribed with an iron tool onb lead, or engraved in rock forever!
25 I know that my redeemerc lives, and that in the end he will stand on the earth.d
26 And after my skin has been destroyed, yete inf my flesh I will see God;
27 I myself will see him with my own eyes—I, and not another. How my heart yearns within me!