16 My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids 'is' death-shade.
17 Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer 'is' pure.
18 O earth, do not thou cover my blood! And let there not be a place for my cry.
19 Also, now, lo, in the heavens 'is' my witness, And my testifier in the high places.
20 My interpreter 'is' my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
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