Why do you chase me as God does? Haven’t you hurt me enough?
If I hold up my head, you hunt me like a lion and again show your terrible power against me.
Don’t hide your face from me; don’t think of me as your enemy.
Don’t punish a leaf that is blown by the wind; don’t chase after straw.
God has turned me over to evil people and has handed me over to the wicked.
“If you say, ‘We will continue to trouble Job, because the problem lies with him,’
Then know that God has wronged me and pulled his net around me.
But reach out your hand and destroy his flesh and bones, and he will curse you to your face.”
You have turned on me without mercy; with your powerful hand you attacked me.
The servants of my house have always said, ‘All have eaten what they want of Job’s food.’
They chase after those you have hurt, and they talk about the pain of those you have wounded.
Charge them with crime after crime, and do not let them have anything good.
I will now give that cup of punishment to those who gave you pain, who told you, ‘Bow down so we can walk over you.’ They made your back like dirt for them to walk on; you were like a street for them to travel on.”
You eat my people’s flesh and skin them and break their bones; you chop them up like meat for the pot, like meat in a cooking pan.