Job 19:22
“Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?”
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
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!
Cross-References
“When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.”
“For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.”
“But put forth thine hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse thee to thy face.”
“Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?”
“But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.”