15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, And have thrust my horn in the dust.
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.
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