14 Again and again he bursts upon me;he rushes at me like a warrior.
15 ‘I have sewed sackcloth over my skinand buried my brow in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping,dark shadows ring my eyes;
17 yet my hands have been free of violenceand my prayer is pure.
18 ‘Earth, do not cover my blood;may my cry never be laid to rest!
19 Even now my witness is in heaven;my advocate is on high.
20 My intercessor is my friendas my eyes pour out tears to God;