Job 30:15-19

15Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.

16And now my soul is poured out in me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

17The night pierceth through my bones [and detacheth them] from me, and my gnawing pains take no rest:

18By their great force they have become my raiment; they bind me about as the collar of my coat.

19He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.