“If I speak,
My pain is not assuaged.
If I forbear,
How much of it leaves me?
Surely now God has worn me out.
God has made desolate all my company.
God has shriveled me up.
God is a witness against me.
My leanness has risen up against me.
It testifies to my face.
God has torn me in his wrath.
God hated me.
God has gnashed his teeth at me.
My adversary sharpens his eyes against me.
Men have gaped at me with their mouths.
They have struck me insolently upon the cheek.
They mass themselves together against me.
God gives me up to the ungodly.
God casts me into the hands of the wicked.”
Job now turned to God who has worn him out. God has shriveled him up. God has witnessed against him. God has torn him up with his anger. God has hated him with gnashed teeth. Thus Job’s adversaries have sharpened their eyes against him. They have gaped at him. They have struck him on the cheek. They have gathered against him because God has given him over to the ungodly, the hands of the wicked.