Job 16:9-11

The Voice

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.
¹¹     God has forsaken me to young thugs
        and flung me into the hands of evildoers who lie in wait for me.