"And now my soul is poured out because of my plight; The days of affliction take hold of me.
30:15 Terrors are turned upon me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
30:16 "And now my soul is poured out because of my plight; The days of affliction take hold of me.
30:17 My bones are pierced in me at night, And my gnawing pains take no rest.