14 He abreaks through me with breach after breach;
He bruns at me like a warrior.
15 I have sewed asackcloth over my skin
And bthrust my horn in the dust.
16 My face is flushed from aweeping,
bAnd the shadow of death is on my eyelids,
17 Why?—because there is no aviolence in my hands,
And bmy prayer is pure.
18 “O earth, do not cover my blood,
And let there be no resting place for my cry.
19 Even now, behold, amy witness is in heaven,
And my advocate is bon high.
20 My friends are my scoffers;
aMy eye weeps to God.
21 O that a man might argue with God
As a son of man with his neighbor!
22 For when a few years are past,
I shall go the way aof no return.