Job 30:15

On my right hand rise the rabble.

They thrust aside my feet.

They cast their ways of destruction up against me.

They mar my path.

They promote my destruction

without anyone’s help.

As through a wide breach they come.

They roll themselves in amid the ruin.

“Now my soul is poured out within me.

Days of affliction have taken hold of me.

In the night season my bones are pierced in me,

and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.

My garment is disfigured by great force.

It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.