Job 16:14-18

“He breaks through me with breach after breach; He runs at me like a warrior.

“I have sewed sackcloth over my skin, And thrust my horn in the dust.

“My face is flushed from weeping, And deep darkness is on my eyelids,

Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.

“Earth, do not cover my blood, And may there be no resting place for my cry.