Job 16:19

My face is red with weeping.

Deep darkness is on my eyelids,

although there is no violence in my hands,

and my prayer is pure.

“Earth, don’t cover my blood.

Let my cry have no place to rest.

My friends scoff at me.

My eyes pour out tears to God,

that he would maintain the right of a man with God,

of a son of man with his neighbor!

For when a few years have come,

I will go the way of no return.