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18 Earth, cover thou not my blood, and my cry find not in thee a place of hiding. (O earth, do not thou cover up my blood, and let not my cry for justice find any place of rest.)

19 For, lo! my witness is in heaven; and the Knower of my conscience is in high places.

20 O! my friends, full of words; mine eye droppeth (out tears) to God.

21 And I would, that a man were deemed so with God, as the son of man is deemed with his fellow. (And I wish, that there was someone to plead with God for me, like the son of a man who pleadeth for his fellow, or for his friend.)

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