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14 He breaks through my defences again and again;[a]
he charges at me like a warrior.(A)

15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin;
I have buried my strength[b] in the dust.(B)
16 My face has grown red with weeping,
and darkness(C) covers my eyes,
17 although my hands are free from violence(D)
and my prayer is pure.

18 Earth, do not cover my blood;
may my cry for help find no resting place.(E)
19 Even now my witness is in heaven,
and my advocate is in the heights!(F)
20 My friends scoff at me
as I weep before God.
21 I wish that someone might argue for a man with God(G)
just as anyone[c] would for a friend.
22 For only a few years will pass
before I go the way of no return.

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Footnotes

  1. 16:14 Lit through me, breach on breach
  2. 16:15 Lit horn
  3. 16:21 Lit a son of man