Job, Chapter 19, verses 20-22

¹ Job, complaining of his friends' cruelty, showeth that there is misery enough in him to feed their cruelty, ²¹ He craveth pity

²⁰My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

²¹Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.

²²Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?


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