Job 30:9-15

9And now I am become their song, yea, I am a byword unto them.

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

11For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me, and they have cast off the bridle before me.

12Upon my right hand rise the rabble; they thrust aside my feet, and they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

13They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, even men that have no helper.

14As through a wide breach they come: in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.

15Terrors are turned upon me, they chase mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.