Job 30:19

“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.

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.

You lift me up to the wind, and drive me with it.

You dissolve me in the storm.