Job 30
15 Ref Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16 Ref And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 Ref My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18 Ref By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 Ref He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
20 Ref I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not.
21 Ref Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
22 Ref Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it, and dissolvest my substance.
23 Ref For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
24 Ref Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
25 Ref Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?
26 Ref When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
27 Ref My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
28 Ref I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
29 Ref I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
30 Ref My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
31 Ref My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.