16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids [are] the shades of death;
17 Not for [any] injustice in my hands: also my prayer [is] pure.
18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
19 Also now, behold, my witness [is] in heaven, and my record [is] on high.
20 My friends scorn me: [but] my eye poureth out [tears] to God.
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