Job 16:15 YLT

¹³  Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.

¹⁴  He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.

¹⁵  Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.

¹⁶  My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids 'is' death-shade.

¹⁷  Not for violence in my hands, And my prayer 'is' pure.