First Reading
Job 19:21-27
- 21
Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord hath touched me.
- 22
Why do you persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh?
- 23
Who will grant me that my words may be written? Who will grant me that they may be marked down in a book?
- 24
With an iron pen and in a plate of lead, or else be graven with an instrument in flint stone.
- 25
For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth.
- 26
And I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I will see my God.
- 27
Whom I myself shall see, and my eyes shall behold, and not another: this my hope is laid up in my bosom.
Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition · public domain