23 I wish that my words were written down, that they were recorded on a scroll 
24 or were inscribed in stone forever by an iron stylus and lead! 
25 But I know my living Redeemer, and He will stand on the dust at last. 
26 Even after my skin has been destroyed, yet I will see God in my flesh. 
27 I will see Him myself; my eyes will look at Him, and not as a stranger. My heart longs within me.