Job

For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; and they talk to the grief of those whom thou hast wounded.

When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell.

But ye should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?

So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.

For it increaseth. Thou huntest me as a fierce lion: and again thou shewest thyself marvellous upon me.