- Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
- 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:
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- "Have pity on me, my friends, have pity, for the hand of God has struck me.
- Why do you pursue me as God does? Will you never get enough of my flesh?
- "Oh, that my words were recorded, that they were written on a scroll,
- that they were inscribed with an iron tool on lead, or engraved in rock forever!
- I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand upon the earth.
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