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Tear yourself to pieces if you will, but the world, for all your rage, will not turn to desert, the rocks will not shift from their places. (Job 18, 4)
Terrors threaten him from all sides following him step by step. (Job 18, 11)
He will be torn from the shelter of his tent, and you will drag him to the King of Terrors. (Job 18, 14)
His memory fades from the land, his name is forgotten in the countryside. (Job 18, 17)
Driven from the light into the darkness, he is banished from the world, (Job 18, 18)
He has deprived me of my glory and taken the crown from my head. (Job 19, 9)
He assails me from all directions to make me vanish; he uproots my hope as he might a tree. (Job 19, 10)
He has alienated my brothers from me, my relatives take care to avoid me, (Job 19, 13)
My servant does not answer when I call him, I am obliged to beg favours from him! (Job 19, 16)
All my dearest friends recoil from me in horror: those I loved best have turned against me. (Job 19, 19)
After my awakening, he will set me close to him, and from my flesh I shall look on God. (Job 19, 26)
Out of his back sticks an arrow, from his gall a shining point. The terrors advance on him, (Job 20, 25)
