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19 All my intimate friends hold me in horror;
    those whom I loved have turned against me!(A)
20 My bones cling to my skin,
    and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.[a]
21 Pity me, pity me, you my friends,
    for the hand of God has struck me!

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Footnotes

  1. 19:20 Skin of my teeth: although the metaphor is not clear, this has become a proverbial expression for a narrow escape. It does not fit Job’s situation here.