Job 16:6-8

The Voice

⁶     And yet, I am not you, you are not me,
        and my words are of no real use:
    When I speak, my pain is not relieved;
        if I remain silent, it does not go away.
⁷     God has drained me utterly;
        He has made those near to me desolate—killed my family and my servants.
⁸     You have shriveled me up;
        my withered form stands as a witness against me;
        my body, haggard and thin, testifies to my face.