Job 30:21

My garment is disfigured by great force.

It binds me about as the collar of my tunic.

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

You dissolve me in the storm.

For I know that you will bring me to death,

to the house appointed for all living.

“However doesn’t one stretch out a hand in his fall?

Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?