15. I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and have laid my horn in the dust.
16. My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17. Although there is no violence in mine hands, and my prayer is pure.
18. O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting place.
19. Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and he that coucheth for me is on high.
20. My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
21. That he would maintain the right of a man with God, and of a son of man with his neighbour!
22. For when a few years are come, I shall go the way whence I shall not return.