Job 16:11-13

The Voice

¹¹     God has forsaken me to young thugs
        and flung me into the hands of evildoers who lie in wait for me.
¹²     I was living a good life—a quiet, peaceful life—
        when He began to beat on me;
    He throttled my neck, tore me apart,
        and then propped me up
        at the far end of the field, making me a target.
¹³     His archers have now gathered around me.
        In cold blood He splits my belly open and spills my bile on the earth.