Job 30:17

13They mar my path. They promote my destruction without anyone’s help.

14As through a wide breach they come. They roll themselves in amid the ruin.

15Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

16“Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold of me.

17In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

18My garment is disfigured by great force. It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.

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

20I cry to you, and you do not answer me. I stand up, and you gaze at me.

21You have turned to be cruel to me. With the might of your hand you persecute me.