6 I give my back to the whip, and my cheeks to those who pull out the beard. I do not hide from shame—they spit in my face.
7 Because the Lord God helps me, I will not be dismayed; therefore, I have set my face like flint to do his will, and I know that I will triumph. 8 He who gives me justice is near. Who will dare to fight against me now? Where are my enemies? Let them appear!Read full chapter