18:016:016 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
18:016:017 Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
18:016:018 O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
18:016:019 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
18:016:020 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
18:016:021 O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!
18:016:022 When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.
18:017:001 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
18:017:002 Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
18:017:003 Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me?