Job seeks pity

Job 19:21: Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
Job 19:22: Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?
Job 19:23: Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!
Job 19:24: That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!