Job 30:18

Terrors have turned on me.

They chase my honor as the wind.

My welfare has passed away as a cloud.

“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.

He has cast me into the mire.

I have become like dust and ashes.

I cry to you, and you do not answer me.

I stand up, and you gaze at me.

You have turned to be cruel to me.

With the might of your hand you persecute me.