14 He pierces me with thrust after thrust;He rushes upon me like a warrior.
15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skinand thrust my horn into the dust.
16 My face is inflamed with weeping,and on my eyelids is the shadow of death,
17 though not for any violence in my hands,and my prayer is pure.
18 “O earth, do not cover my blood,and let my cry have no resting place.
19 Also now, look, my witness is in heaven,and my record is on high.
20 My friends scorn me;my eyes pour out tears unto God.