I'm nothing but a bag of bones; my life hangs by a thread.
"Oh, friends, dear friends, take pity on me. God has come down hard on me!
Do you have to be hard on me too? Don't you ever tire of abusing me?
"If only my words were written in a book -
better yet, chiseled in stone!
Still, I know that God lives - the One who gives me back my life - and eventually he'll take his stand on earth.
And I'll see him - even though I get skinned alive! -
see God myself, with my very own eyes. Oh, how I long for that day!
"If you're thinking, 'How can we get through to him, get him to see that his trouble is all his own fault?'
Forget it. Start worrying about yourselves. Worry about your own sins and God's coming judgment, for judgment is most certainly on the way."