My Redeemer Lives

Job 19:23-27

I wish my words were written down, that they were inscribed in a scroll,

that, engraved with iron and filled with lead, they were cut into rock forever!

"But I know that my Redeemer lives, that in the end he will rise on the dust;

so that after my skin has been thus destroyed, then even without my flesh, I will see God.

I will see him for myself, my eyes, not someone else's, will behold him. My heart grows weak inside me!