Job 30:11-15

“Because He has undone my bowstring and afflicted me, They have cast off the bridle before me.

“On the right hand their mob arises; They push aside my feet and pile up their ways of destruction against me.

“They break up my path, They promote my destruction; No one restrains them.

“As through a wide gap they come, Amid the storm they roll on.

“Sudden terrors are turned upon me; They chase away my dignity like the wind, And my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.