Job 30:17-19

English Standard Version

^17 (A)The night ^(B)racks my bones,
    and the pain that ^(C)gnaws me takes no rest.
¹⁸ With great force my garment is ^(D)disfigured;
    it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
¹⁹ God^[a] has cast me into the mire,
    and I have become like ^(E)dust and ashes.