Job 16:15

13His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my bile on the ground.

14He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs at me like a giant.

15I have sewed sackcloth on my skin, and have thrust my horn in the dust.

16My face is red with weeping. Deep darkness is on my eyelids,

17although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.