Job 16:7–18

⁷But what shall I do? If I speak, my pain will not rest: and if I hold my peace, it will not depart from me.

⁸But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs are brought to nothing.

⁹My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a false speaker riseth up against my face, contradicting me.

¹⁰He hath gathered together his fury against me, and threatening me he hath gnashed with his teeth upon me: my enemy hath beheld me with terrible eyes.

¹¹They have opened their mouths upon me, and reproaching me they have struck me on the cheek, they are filled with my pains.

¹²God hath shut me up with the unjust man, and hath delivered me into the hands of the wicked.

¹³I that was formerly so wealthy, am all on a sudden broken to pieces: he hath taken me by my neck, he hath broken me, and hath set me up to be his mark.

¹⁴He hath compassed me round about with his lances, he hath wounded my loins, he hath not spared, and hath poured out my bowels on the earth,

¹⁵He hath torn me with wound upon wound, he hath rushed in upon me like a giant.

¹⁶I have sowed sackcloth upon my skin, and have covered my flesh with ashes.

¹⁷My face is swollen with weeping, and my eyelids are dim.

¹⁸These things have I suffered without the iniquity of my hand, when I offered pure prayers to God.