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My Witness Is in Heaven[a]

15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin
    and laid my forehead in the dust.
16 My face is red from incessant weeping,
    and dark shadows ring my eyelids,
17 even though my hands are free of violence
    and my prayer is pure.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 16:15 Job, prostrate in suffering, rediscovers a little hope: his God can still hear him and become his defender.