Job 30:9-15

9And now I am their song, yea, I am their byword.

10They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, yea, they spare not to spit in my face.

11For he hath loosed my cord and afflicted me; so they cast off the bridle before me.

12At [my] right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;

13They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any to help them;

14They come in as through a wide breach: amid the confusion they roll themselves onward.

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