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!
If you say, 'How we will pursue him!' and, 'The root of the matter is found in him';
be afraid of the sword, for wrath brings the punishment of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment."