Job 16:10–16

Men have gaped at me with their mouth;

they have struck me insolently on the cheek;

they mass themselves together against me.

God gives me up to the ungodly

and casts me into the hands of the wicked.

I was at ease, and he broke me apart;

he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces;

he set me up as his target;

his archers surround me.

He slashes open my kidneys and does not spare;

he pours out my gall on the ground.

He breaks me with breach upon breach;

he runs upon me like a warrior.

I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin

and have laid my strength in the dust.

My face is red with weeping,

and on my eyelids is deep darkness,

People open their mouths to jeer at me;

they strike my cheek in scorn

and unite together against me.

God has turned me over to the ungodly

and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked.

All was well with me, but he shattered me;

he seized me by the neck and crushed me.

He has made me his target;

his archers surround me.

Without pity, he pierces my kidneys

and spills my gall on the ground.

Again and again he bursts upon me;

he rushes at me like a warrior.

“I have sewed sackcloth over my skin

and buried my brow in the dust.

My face is red with weeping,

dark shadows ring my eyes;

They open their mouths against me

and strike my cheeks with contempt;

they join themselves together against me.

God hands me over to the unjust;

he throws me to the wicked.

I was at ease, but he shattered me;

he seized me by the scruff of the neck

and smashed me to pieces.

He set me up as his target;

his archers surround me.

He pierces my kidneys without mercy

and pours my bile on the ground.

He breaks through my defenses again and again;

he charges at me like a warrior.

I have sewn sackcloth over my skin;

I have buried my strength in the dust.

My face has grown red with weeping,

and darkness covers my eyes,

People jeer and laugh at me.

They slap my cheek in contempt.

A mob gathers against me.

God has handed me over to sinners.

He has tossed me into the hands of the wicked.

“I was living quietly until he shattered me.

He took me by the neck and broke me in pieces.

Then he set me up as his target,

and now his archers surround me.

His arrows pierce me without mercy.

The ground is wet with my blood.

Again and again he smashes against me,

charging at me like a warrior.

I wear burlap to show my grief.

My pride lies in the dust.

My eyes are red with weeping;

dark shadows circle my eyes.

They gaped at me with their mouth;

they struck my cheeks with disgrace;

they have massed themselves together against me.

God delivers me to an evil one,

and he casts me into the hands of the wicked.

“I was at ease, then he broke me in two,

and he seized me by my neck;

then he shattered me

and set me up as a target for him.

His archers surround me;

he slashes open my kidneys, and he does not have compassion;

he pours out my gall on the ground.

He breached me breach upon breach;

he rushes at me like a warrior.

“I have sewed sackcloth on my skin,

and I have inserted my pride in the dust.

My face is red because of weeping,

and deep shadows are on my eyelids,

They have gaped upon me with their mouth;

They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully;

They have gathered themselves together against me.

God hath delivered me to the ungodly,

And turned me over into the hands of the wicked.

I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder:

He hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces,

And set me up for his mark.

His archers compass me round about,

He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare;

He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

He breaketh me with breach upon breach,

He runneth upon me like a giant.

I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,

And defiled my horn in the dust.

My face is foul with weeping,

And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;