Add parallel Print Page Options

I gave my back to the smiters,
and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair:
I hid not my face from shame and spitting.
For the Lord God will help me;
therefore shall I not be confounded:
therefore have I set my face like a flint,
and I know that I shall not be ashamed.
He is near that justifieth me; who will contend with me?
let us stand together:
who is mine adversary? let him come near to me.

Read full chapter