Job 16:6–17

⁶Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged;

And though I forbear, what am I eased?

⁷But now he hath made me weary:

Thou hast made desolate all my company.

⁸And thou hast laid fast hold on me, which is a witness against me:

And my leanness riseth up against me,

It testifieth to my face.

⁹He hath torn me in his wrath, and persecuted me;

He hath gnashed upon me with his teeth:

Mine adversary sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

¹⁰They have gaped upon me with their mouth;

They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully:

They gather themselves together against me.

¹¹God delivereth me to the ungodly,

And casteth me into the hands of the wicked.

¹²I was at ease, and he brake me asunder;

Yea, he hath taken me by the neck, and dashed me to pieces:

He hath also set me up for his mark.

¹³His archers compass me round about;

He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare;

He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

¹⁴He breaketh me with breach upon breach;

He runneth upon me like a giant.

¹⁵I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,

And have laid my horn in the dust.

¹⁶My face is red with weeping,

And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

¹⁷Although there is no violence in my hands,

And my prayer is pure.