16:16. I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes.
16:17. My face is swollen with weeping, and my eyelids are dim.
16:18. These things have I suffered without the iniquity of my hand, when I offered pure prayers to God.
16:19. O earth, cover not thou my blood, neither let my cry find a hiding place in thee.
16:20. For behold my witness is in heaven, and he that knoweth my conscience is on high.
16:21. My friends are full of words: my eye poureth out tears to God.
16:22. And O that a man might so be judged with God, as the son of man is judged with his companion!
16:23. For behold short years pass away, and I am walking in a path by which I shall not return.
Job Chapter 17
Job's hope in God: he expects rest in death.