(Week 26 of the year: Thursday)
I KNOW THAT MY AVENGER LIVES.
Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord hath touched me.
Why do you persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh?
Who will grant me that my words may be written? who will grant me that they may be marked down in a book?
With an iron pen and in a plate of lead, or else be graven with an instrument in flint stone?
For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and in the last day I shall rise out of the earth.
And I shall be clothed again with my skin, and in my flesh I shall see my God.
Whom I myself shall see, and my eyes shall behold, and not another: this my hope is laid up in my bosom.
V. The word of the Lord.
R. Thanks be to God.