My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;  Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.

 O earth, cover not Thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.  Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.

  My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.  O that one might oplead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!  When a few years are come, then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

Job 16:16-22