עַל־מִשְׁפָּטִ֥י אֲכַזֵּ֑ב אָנ֖וּשׁ חִצִּ֣י בְלִי־פָֽשַׁע׃
Notwithstanding my right I am accounted a liar; My wound is incurable, though I am without transgression.’
Rashi on Job
I call a liar I accuse my Judge of being a liar, because He did not judge me fairly.
Rashi on Job
incurable Heb. אנוש, My wound is sore, like (II Sam. 12:15), “and it became mortally ill (ויאנש).”