Memory of all those who have fallen asleep in the Lord
Job spoke next. He said:
Will no one let my words be recorded, inscribed on some monument
with iron chisel and engraving tool, cut into the rock for ever?
I know that I have a living Defender and that he will rise up last, on the dust of the earth.
After my awakening, he will set me close to him, and from my flesh I shall look on God.
He whom I shall see will take my part: my eyes will be gazing on no stranger. My heart sinks within me.