14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.

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.

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

22 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

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14 Again and again(A) he bursts upon me;
    he rushes at me like a warrior.(B)

15 “I have sewed sackcloth(C) over my skin
    and buried my brow in the dust.(D)
16 My face is red with weeping,(E)
    dark shadows ring my eyes;(F)
17 yet my hands have been free of violence(G)
    and my prayer is pure.(H)

18 “Earth, do not cover my blood;(I)
    may my cry(J) never be laid to rest!(K)
19 Even now my witness(L) is in heaven;(M)
    my advocate is on high.(N)
20 My intercessor(O) is my friend[a](P)
    as my eyes pour out(Q) tears(R) to God;
21 on behalf of a man he pleads(S) with God
    as one pleads for a friend.

22 “Only a few years will pass
    before I take the path of no return.(T)

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Footnotes

  1. Job 16:20 Or My friends treat me with scorn