Job 17:7-9

The Voice

⁷     All my afflictions cloud my vision;
        the members of my body are wasting away;
    I am a mere shadow of what it once was.
⁸     Those of moral fiber are appalled at this;
        innocent men grow indignant at the wicked.
⁹     Even still, the righteous embrace their way of life;
        those with clean hands go from strong to stronger.