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14 He repeatedly bludgeons his way through my defenses
    and rushes upon me like a warrior.

My Witness Is in Heaven[a]

15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin
    and laid my forehead in the dust.
16 My face is red from incessant weeping,
    and dark shadows ring my eyelids,

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Footnotes

  1. Job 16:15 Job, prostrate in suffering, rediscovers a little hope: his God can still hear him and become his defender.