14. He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
15. I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.
16. My face is red with weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17. Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.
18. O earth, cover not thou my blood, And let my cry have no resting -place.
19. Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And he that voucheth for me is on high.