Job 16:14-22

14He breaks through my defenses again and again; he charges at me like a warrior.

15I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my strength in the dust.

16My face has grown red with weeping, and darkness covers my eyes,

17although my hands are free from violence and my prayer is pure.

18Earth, do not cover my blood; may my cry for help find no resting place.

19Even now my witness is in heaven, and my advocate is in the heights!

20My friends scoff at me as I weep before God.

21I wish that someone might argue for a man with God just as anyone would for a friend.

22For only a few years will pass before I go the way of no return.