Job's Fifth Speech: A Response to Eliphaz 1
Then Job spoke again:
"I have heard all this before.
What miserable comforters you are!
Won't you ever stop blowing hot air?
What makes you keep on talking?
I could say the same things if you were in my place.
I could spout off criticism and shake my head at you.
But if it were me, I would encourage you.
I would try to take away your grief.
Instead, I suffer if I defend myself,
and I suffer no less if I refuse to speak.
"O God, you have ground me down
and devastated my family.
As if to prove I have sinned, you've reduced me to skin and bones.
My gaunt flesh testifies against me.
God hates me and angrily tears me apart.
He snaps his teeth at me
and pierces me with his eyes.
People jeer and laugh at me.
They slap my cheek in contempt.
A mob gathers against me.
God has handed me over to sinners.
He has tossed me into the hands of the wicked.
"I was living quietly until he shattered me.
He took me by the neck and broke me in pieces.
Then he set me up as his target,
and now his archers surround me.
His arrows pierce me without mercy.
The ground is wet with my blood. 
Again and again he smashes against me,
charging at me like a warrior.
I wear burlap to show my grief.
My pride lies in the dust.
My eyes are red with weeping;
dark shadows circle my eyes.
Yet I have done no wrong,
and my prayer is pure.
"O earth, do not conceal my blood.
Let it cry out on my behalf.
Even now my witness is in heaven.
My advocate is there on high.
My friends scorn me,
but I pour out my tears to God.
I need someone to mediate between God and me,
as a person mediates between friends.
For soon I must go down that road
from which I will never return.