Job 30:15-31

15Terrors 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. 17Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest. 18In his great power God becomes like clothing to me; he binds me like the neck of my garment. 19He throws me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes. 20“I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me. 21You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of your hand you attack me. 22You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; you toss me about in the storm. 23I 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. 25Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor? 26Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness. 27The churning inside me never stops; days of suffering confront me. 28I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. 29I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls. 30My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever. 31My lyre is tuned to mourning, and my pipe to the sound of wailing.