14. He made a breach in me, breach upon breach. He runs upon me like a mighty man.
15. I sewed sackcloth over my skin, and laid my horn in the dust.
16. My face is reddened from weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17. though no violence was on my hand, and my prayer sincere.
18. O earth, do not cover my blood, and let my cry have no resting place!
19. See, even now my witness is in the heavens, and my defender is on high.
20. My friends are they that scorn me; my eyes pour out tears to Eloah.