Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
Oh, that my words were now written! Oh, that they were printed in a book,
that they were graven with an iron pen and lead, in the rock for ever!
For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that He shall stand at the latter day upon the earth;
and though after my skin, worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God,
whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another, though my reins be consumed within me.
"But should ye say, `Why persecute we him?'--seeing the root of the matter is found in me.
Be ye afraid of the sword; for wrath bringeth the punishments of the sword, that ye may know there is a judgment."