Job 16:8-10

The Voice

⁸     You have shriveled me up;
        my withered form stands as a witness against me;
        my body, haggard and thin, testifies to my face.
⁹     In anger He hunts me down and tears at me;
        in rancor His teeth grind on my flesh;
    His eyes are locked on me as a foe,
        eager to destroy still more of me.
¹⁰     My foes taunt me, their mouths gape in derision,
        they slap my cheek in disgust, and they conspire against me.