Job 16:15
“I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.”
His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
Related Verses
“Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.”
“And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.”
“Then Job answered and said,”
“Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay;”
“Behold, I am vile; what shall I answer thee? I will lay mine hand upon my mouth.”