Job 16:6-16

⁶ If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease—what goeth from me? ⁷ Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company, ⁸ And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth. ⁹ His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me. ¹⁰ They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves. ¹¹ God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over. ¹² At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark. ¹³ Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall. ¹⁴ He breaketh me—breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one. ¹⁵ Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn. ¹⁶ My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids 'is' death-shade.