Job 16:17
Verse 17 of 22. The 16th of 42 chapters in Job, in Poetry and Wisdom.
13His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my bile on the ground.
14He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs at me like a giant.
15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.
16My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids,
17although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
18“Earth, don’t cover my blood. Let my cry have no place to rest.
19Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven. He who vouches for me is on high.
20My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
21that he would maintain the right of a man with God, of a son of man with his neighbor!
World English Bible. Public domain. Set as prose throughout, including the poetry, because the text is published to us without its lines.