Job 16:15 ASV

¹³  His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

¹⁴  He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.

¹⁵  I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, And have laid my horn in the dust.

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

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