Job 16:12-14

The Voice

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.
¹⁴     He charged like a soldier storming a stronghold
        until my walls were breached, broken down, one after another.