Job 30:15-19

15Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.

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

17The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.

18With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.

19God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.