Job 16:15-22

I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And defiled my horn in the dust. My face is foul with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death; Not for any injustice in mine hands: Also my prayer is pure. O earth, cover not thou my blood, And let my cry have no place. Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And my record is on high. My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God. O that one might plead for a man with God, As a man pleadeth for his neighbour! When a few years are come, Then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.