[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. [21] O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!