Job 30:9-15

9Now I am mocked by their songs; I have become an object of scorn to them.

10They despise me and keep their distance from me; they do not hesitate to spit in my face.

11Because God has loosened my bowstring and oppressed me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.

12The rabble rise up at my right; they trap my feet and construct their siege ramp against me.

13They tear up my path; they contribute to my destruction, without anyone to help them.

14They advance as through a gaping breach; they keep rolling in through the ruins.

15Terrors are turned loose against me; they chase my dignity away like the wind, and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.