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20 My bones[a] cling to my skin and to my flesh,
and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 “Pity me, pity me, you my friends,
for God’s hand has touched me.
22 Why do you[b] pursue me like God?
And are not satisfied with my flesh?

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Footnotes

  1. Job 19:20 Collective singular
  2. Job 19:22 Plural