14 He breaks me with wound upon wound;
He runs at me like a
1 warrior.
15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin,
And
alaid my head in the dust.
16 My face is
1 flushed from weeping,
And on my eyelids
is the shadow of death;
17 Although no violence
is in my hands,
And my prayer
is pure.
18 “O earth, do not cover my blood,
And
alet my cry have no
resting place!
19 Surely even now
amy witness
is in heaven,
And my evidence
is on high.
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
