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 Oh that one might plead for a man with God,as a man pleadeth for his neighbor!