Job 16:12-17

12I was at rest, but he hath shattered me; he hath taken me by the neck and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.

13His arrows encompass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

14He breaketh me with breach upon breach; he runneth upon me like a mighty man.

15I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and rolled my horn in the dust.

16My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

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