Job 16
11 Ref God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
12 Ref 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.
13 Ref His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 Ref He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
15 Ref I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 Ref My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 Ref Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
18 Ref O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
19 Ref Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
20 Ref My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
21 Ref O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!