15 I’ve sewed rough cloth over my skinand buried my dignity in the dust.
16 My face is red from crying,and dark gloom hangs on my eyelids.
17 But there is no violence in my hands,and my prayer is pure.
18 Earth, don’t cover my blood;let my outcry never cease.
19 Surely now my witness stands in heaven;my advocate is on high;
20 my go-between, my friend.While my eyes drip tears to God,
21 let him plead with God for a human being,like a person pleads for a friend.