Job 16:8

but I would strengthen you with my mouth.

The solace of my lips would relieve you.

“Though I speak, my grief is not subsided.

Though I forbear, what am I eased?

But now, God, you have surely worn me out.

You have made all my company desolate.

He has torn me in his wrath and persecuted me.

He has gnashed on me with his teeth.

My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.

They have gaped on me with their mouth.

They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully.

They gather themselves together against me.

God delivers me to the ungodly,

and casts me into the hands of the wicked.