Job 19:7-12

The Voice

⁷     Look! I cry out, “Violence!” but no response comes.
        I shout for help, but justice eludes me.
⁸     He is a roadblock. He will not let me pass;
        He has covered my roads in darkness.
⁹     He has stripped me of my honor,
        torn the crown off my head.
¹⁰     He comes at me from all sides, but I attempt to leave;
        He rips out my hope as if it were a tree in dry ground.
¹¹     His anger burns white-hot against me,
        and He considers me His enemy.
¹²     His militia arrives to raise a siege ramp against me
        and to surround my dwelling.