Job 30:15-19

15Terrors are turned upon me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.

16“And now my soul is poured out because of my plight; The days of affliction take hold of me.

17My bones are pierced in me at night, And my gnawing pains take no rest.

18By great force my garment is disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.

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