Job 30:17-19

Common English Bible

¹⁷ At night he bores my bones;
    my gnawing pain won’t rest.
¹⁸ With great force he grasps^[a] my clothing;^[b]
    it binds me like the neck of my shirt.
¹⁹ He hurls me into mud;
    I’m a cliché, like dust and ashes.