American Standard Version of 1901
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I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,And have {Or, defiled}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 {Or, have no more place}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,
{Or, That one might plead for a man with God. As a son of man pleadeth for his neighbor}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.