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19 All my intimate friends[a] abhor me,
and these whom I have loved have turned against me.
20 My bones[b] 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.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 19:19 Literally “the men of the circle of my confidants”
  2. Job 19:20 Collective singular