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20 I’m a pile of skin and bones;
    I have barely escaped by the skin of my teeth.”

Job Pleads with His Friends

21 “Be gracious to me, be gracious to me, my friends,
    because God’s hand has struck me.
22 Why are you chasing me, as God has been doing?
    Aren’t you satisfied that I’m sick?[a]

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Footnotes

  1. Job 19:22 Lit. satisfied with my flesh