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Oh, then, that my words, could be written, Oh that, in a record, they could be inscribed:

That, with a stylus of iron and with lead, for all time - in the rock, they could be graven!

But, I, know that, my redeemer, liveth, and, as the Last over my dust, will he arise;

And, though, after my skin is struck off, this followeth , yet, apart from my flesh, shall I see GOD:

Whom, I myself, shall see, on my side, and, mine own eyes, shall have looked upon, and not those of a stranger. Exhausted are my deepest desires in my bosom!