Job 30:15-19

15Terrors are turned upon me; They chase away my honor and reputation like the wind, And my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.

16“And now my soul is poured out within me; The days of affliction have seized me.

17My bones are pierced [with aching] in the night season, And the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

18By the great force [of my disease] my garment (skin) is disfigured and blemished; It binds about me [choking me] like the collar of my coat.

19God has cast me into the mire [a swampland of crisis], And I have become [worthless] like dust and ashes.