Job 16:13-21
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13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
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14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
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15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
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16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
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17 Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
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18 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
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19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
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20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
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21 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!