Job 30:15-31

¹⁵ He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away. ¹⁶ And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction. ¹⁷ At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down. ¹⁸ By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me. ¹⁹ Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes. ²⁰ I cry unto Thee, And Thou dost not answer me, I have stood, and Thou dost consider me. ²¹ Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppresest me. ²² Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest—Thou levellest me. ²³ For I have known To death Thou dost bring me back, And 'to' the house appointed for all living. ²⁴ Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety. ²⁵ Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy. ²⁶ When good I expected, then cometh evil, And I wait for light, and darkness cometh. ²⁷ My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction. ²⁸ Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry. ²⁹ A brother I have been to dragons, And a companion to daughters of the ostrich. ³⁰ My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat, ³¹ And my harp doth become mourning, And my organ the sound of weeping.