[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. [19] Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high. [20] My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.