17 My face is swollen from weeping, and my eyelids have dimmed my vision.
18 These things I have endured without iniquity in my hand, while I held pure prayers before God.
19 O earth, do not conceal my blood, nor let my outcry find a hiding place in you.
20 For behold, my witness is in heaven, and my confidante is on high.
21 My friends are full of words; my eye rains tears upon God.
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