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¹⁶ My face is red with weeping,
   and deep darkness is on my eyelids,
¹⁷ though there is no violence in my hands,
   and my prayer is pure.

¹⁸ ‘O earth, do not cover my blood;
   let my outcry find no resting-place.
¹⁹ Even now, in fact, my witness is in heaven,
   and he that vouches for me is on high.
²⁰ My friends scorn me;
   my eye pours out tears to God,
²¹ that he would maintain the right of a mortal with God,
   as^* one does for a neighbour.
²² For when a few years have come,
   I shall go the way from which I shall not return.

Job Prays for Relief

17My spirit is broken, my days are extinct,
   the grave is ready for me.
¹³ If I look for Sheol as my house,
   if I spread my couch in darkness,
¹⁴ if I say to the Pit, “You are my father”,
   and to the worm, “My mother”, or “My sister”,
¹⁵ where then is my hope?
   Who will see my hope?
¹⁶ Will it go down to the bars of Sheol?
   Shall we descend together into the dust?’