Job 16:16

¹⁴  He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.

¹⁵  I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.

¹⁶  My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

¹⁷  Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.

¹⁸  O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.