My Witness Is in Heaven — Job 16:15–22

I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,
And have laid my horn in the dust.

My face is red with weeping,
And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

Although there is no violence in my hands,
And my prayer is pure.

O earth, cover not thou my blood,
And let my cry have no resting-place.

Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven,
And he that voucheth for me is on high.

My friends scoff at me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,

That he would maintain the right of a man with God,
And of a son of man with his neighbor!

For when a few years are come,
I shall go the way whence I shall not return.