Job 7:20

He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.

For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?

Thy righteousness is like the great mountains; thy judgments are a great deep: O Lord, thou preservest man and beast.

For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth.

For now thou numberest my steps: dost thou not watch over my sin?

I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark. 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.

Is not thy wickedness great? and thine iniquities infinite?

If I covered my transgressions as Adam, by hiding mine iniquity in my bosom:

He looketh upon men, and if any say, I have sinned, and perverted that which was right, and it profited me not;

I am clean without transgression, I am innocent; neither is there iniquity in me.

If thou sinnest, what doest thou against him? or if thy transgressions be multiplied, what doest thou unto him?

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain? If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean; Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.

Thou, even thou, art Lord alone; thou hast made heaven, the heaven of heavens, with all their host, the earth, and all things that are therein, the seas, and all that is therein, and thou preservest them all; and the host of heaven worshippeth thee.

Therefore shalt thou make them turn their back, when thou shalt make ready thine arrows upon thy strings against the face of them.

O Lord God of hosts, how long wilt thou be angry against the prayer of thy people?