Job 30:15-17

The Voice

¹⁵    Alas! A storm of terrors has turned toward me and is upon me;
        my dignity is blown away as by the wind;
        my prosperity vanishes like a wispy cloud.

¹⁶    And now my own soul is drawn out, poured over me.
        The days of misery have taken hold of me;
        I am firmly in their grasp.
¹⁷    By night, my pain is at work, boring holes in my bones;
        it gnaws at me and never lies down to rest.