Job 30:15-31

15 Terrors overwhelm me;
my dignity is driven away as by the wind,
my safety vanishes like a cloud.

16 “And now my life ebbs away;
days of suffering grip me.

17 Night pierces my bones;
my gnawing pains never rest.

18 In his great power God becomes like clothing to me;
he binds me like the neck of my garment.

19 He throws me into the mud,
and I am reduced to dust and ashes.

20 “I cry out to you, O God, but you do not answer;
I stand up, but you merely look at me.

21 You turn on me ruthlessly;
with the might of your hand you attack me.

22 You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;
you toss me about in the storm.

23 I know you will bring me down to death,
to the place appointed for all the living.

24 “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man
when he cries for help in his distress.

25 Have I not wept for those in trouble?
Has not my soul grieved for the poor?

26 Yet when I hoped for good, evil came;
when I looked for light, then came darkness.

27 The churning inside me never stops;
days of suffering confront me.

28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun;
I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.

29 I have become a brother of jackals,
a companion of owls.

30 My skin grows black and peels;
my body burns with fever.

31 My harp is tuned to mourning,
and my flute to the sound of wailing.