Job 16:13–16

13 his archersA surround me.

He pierces my kidneys without mercy

and pours my bile on the ground.

14 He breaks through my defenses again and again;B

he charges at me like a warrior.d

15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin;

I have buried my strengthC in the dust.e

16 My face has grown red with weeping,

and darknessf covers my eyes,

A	Or arrows
B	Lit through me, breach on breach
d	Job 30:14 Joe 2:7
C	Lit horn
e	Job 30:19 Ps 7:5 Ps 75:10
f	Ps 44:19 Ps 107:10 Je 13:16