But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.
And after my skin, even this body, is destroyed, Then without my flesh shall I see God;
The wicked is thrust down in his evil-doing; But the righteous hath a refuge in his death.
Why do ye persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
His sons come to honor, and he knoweth it not; And they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them.
Then answered Eliphaz the Temanite, and said,