19 O earth, do not conceal my blood, nor let my outcry find a hiding place in you.
20 For behold, my witness is in heaven, and my confidante is on high.
21 My friends are full of words; my eye rains tears upon God.
22 And I wish that a man might be so judged before God, just as the son of man is judged with his assistant!
23 For behold, a few years pass by, and I am walking a path by which I will not return.