Job 16:14-22

14Again and again he smashes against me, charging at me like a warrior.

15I wear burlap to show my grief. My pride lies in the dust.

16My eyes are red with weeping; dark shadows circle my eyes.

17Yet I have done no wrong, and my prayer is pure.

18“O earth, do not conceal my blood. Let it cry out on my behalf.

19Even now my witness is in heaven. My advocate is there on high.

20My friends scorn me, but I pour out my tears to God.

21I need someone to mediate between God and me, as a person mediates between friends.

22For soon I must go down that road from which I will never return.