• Job 16:13

    His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

  • Job 16:14

    He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.

  • Job 16:15

    I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.

  • Job 16:16

    My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

  • Job 16:17

    Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.

  • Job 16:18

    O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.

  • Job 16:19

    Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.c

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