22 Why do you persecute me as God does?

Will you never get enough of my flesh?

23 I wish that my words were written down,

that they were recorded on a scroll

24 or were inscribed in stone forever

by an iron stylus and lead!

25 But I know that my Redeemer lives,A,d

and at the end he will stand on the dust.e

26 Even after my skin has been destroyed,B

yet I will see God inC my flesh.f

27 I will see him myself;

my eyes will look at him, and not as a stranger.D

My heart longsE within me.g