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21 Have mercy on me.
Have mercy on me, you friends of mine,
because the hand of God has struck me.
22 Why do you pursue me the way God does?
Will you never get enough of my flesh?
23 Oh how I wish that my words were written down.
Oh how I wish that they were inscribed in bronze,[a]

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  1. Job 19:23 Or on a scroll