Job 16:13

“For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, Their poison my spirit drinks; The horrors of God are arranged against me.

“His troops come together, And build up their way against me And camp around my tent.

“It is drawn forth and comes out of his back, Even the glittering point from his gall; Bouts of dread come upon him.

“Is there any number to His troops? And upon whom does His light not rise?

He has bent His bow like an enemy; He has set His right hand like an adversary And killed all that were desirable to the eye; In the tent of the daughter of Zion He has poured out His wrath like fire.

My eyes fail because of tears; My inmost being is greatly disturbed; My heart is poured out on the earth Because of the destruction of the daughter of my people, When infants and nursing babies faint In the open squares of the city.

He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate.