Job 16:14-16

The Voice

¹⁴ He charged like a soldier storming a stronghold
until my walls were breached, broken down, one after another.

Job in his despair and frustration responds as he and his friends have been taught by previous generations to display grief: by donning sackcloth and covering the head with dust to show devastation, as if everything has been lost even to the point of death.

¹⁵Job: Well, I have sewed the sackcloth to my very skin
        and buried my mighty forehead in the dirt.
¹⁶    My face, red and hot, boils over in tears;
        the shadow of darkness lies heavy on my eyelids,