Job 19:22

All my familiar friends abhor me.

They whom I loved have turned against me.

My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh.

I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

“Have pity on me. Have pity on me, you my friends,

for the hand of God has touched me.

“Oh that my words were now written!

Oh that they were inscribed in a book!

That with an iron pen and lead

they were engraved in the rock forever!

But as for me, I know that my Redeemer lives.

In the end, he will stand upon the earth.