Job 30:16-19

The Voice

¹⁶     And now my own soul is drawn out, poured over me.
        The days of misery have taken hold of me;
        I am firmly in their grasp.
¹⁷     By night, my pain is at work, boring holes in my bones;
        it gnaws at me and never lies down to rest.
¹⁸     With great force, God wraps around me like my clothing.
        He binds tightly about my neck as if He were the collar of my tunic.^[a]
19     He has pushed me off into the mud,
        and I am reduced from man to dust and ashes.