16 My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids.
17 Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.
18 "Earth, don`t cover my blood, Let my cry have no place to rest.
19 Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.
20 My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
21 That he would maintain the right of a man with God, Of a son of man with his neighbor!
22 For when a few years are come, I shall go the way from whence I shall not return.
