Job 16:15–16

14 Again and again he bursts upon me;

he rushes at me like a warrior.

15 “I have sewed sackcloth over my skin

and buried my brow in the dust.

14 He breaks me with breach upon breach;

he runs upon me like a warrior.

15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin

and have laid my strength in the dust.

14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach,

He runneth upon me like a giant.

15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,

And defiled my horn in the dust.

14 Again and again he smashes against me,

charging at me like a warrior.

15 I wear burlap to show my grief.

My pride lies in the dust.

14 He breaks me with wound upon wound;

He runs at me like a warrior.

15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin,

And laid my head in the dust.

14 Again and again God attacks me;

he runs at me like a soldier.

15 “I have sewed rough cloth over my skin to show my sadness

and have buried my face in the dust.

14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach;

He runneth upon me like a giant.

15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,

And have laid my horn in the dust.

14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a mighty man. 15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and rolled my horn in the dust.

14 He inflicts wound after wound on me. 

He lunges at me like a warrior. 

15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, 

and I have thrown my strength in the dust. 

14 He breaks through my defenses again and again;

He charges at me like a warrior.

15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin;

I have buried my strength in the dust.

14 He bursts upon me again and again;

he rushes at me like a warrior.

15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin

and have laid my strength in the dust.

14 He breached me breach upon breach;

he rushes at me like a warrior.

15 “I have sewed sackcloth on my skin,

and I have inserted my pride in the dust.

14 He smashes through me as if I were a wall.

He rushes at me like a fighting man.

15 “I’ve sewed black cloth over my skin.

All I can do is sit here in the dust.

14 “He breaks through me with breach after breach;

He runs at me like a warrior.

15 “I have sewed sackcloth over my skin

And thrust my horn in the dust.