Why do you persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
"Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
That with an iron pen and lead They were engraved in the rock forever!
But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives. In the end, he will stand upon the earth.
After my skin is destroyed, Then in my flesh shall I see God,
Whom I, even I, shall see on my side. My eyes shall see, and not as a stranger. "My heart is consumed within me.
If you say, 'How we will persecute him!' Because the root of the matter is found in me,
Be afraid of the sword, For wrath brings the punishments of the sword, That you may know there is a judgment."