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16 My face is red with weeping,
    and deep darkness is on my eyelids,
17 though there is no violence in my hands,
    and my prayer is pure.(A)

18 “O earth, do not cover my blood;
    let my outcry find no resting place.(B)
19 Even now my witness is in heaven,
    and my advocate is on high.(C)
20 My friends scorn me;
    my eye pours out tears to God,
21 that he would maintain the right of a mortal with God,
    as[a] one does for a neighbor.(D)
22 For when a few years have come,
    I shall go the way from which I shall not return.(E)

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Footnotes

  1. 16.21 Syr Vg Tg: Heb and

Job Prays for Relief

17 “My spirit is broken; my days are extinct;
    the grave is ready for me.(A)

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13 If I look for Sheol as my house,
    if I spread my couch in darkness,(A)
14 if I say to the Pit, ‘You are my father,’
    and to the worm, ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’(B)
15 where then is my hope?
    Who will see my hope?(C)
16 Will it go down to the bars of Sheol?
    Shall we descend together into the dust?”(D)

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