Job 16:6–17

⁶If I speak, my pain is not assuaged; and if I forbear, what am I eased? ⁷But now he hath made me weary; …thou hast made desolate all my family; ⁸Thou hast shrivelled me up! it is become a witness; and my leanness riseth up against me, it beareth witness to my face. ⁹His anger teareth and pursueth me; he gnasheth with his teeth against me; as mine adversary he sharpeneth his eyes at me. ¹⁰They gape upon me with their mouth; they smite my cheeks reproachfully; they range themselves together against me. ¹¹•God hath delivered me over to the iniquitous man, and hurled me into the hands of the wicked. ¹²I was at rest, but he hath shattered me; he hath taken me by the neck and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark. ¹³His arrows encompass 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 mighty man. ¹⁵I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and rolled 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.