Job 30:14 DBY

¹²  At [my] right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;

¹³  They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any to help them;

¹⁴  They come in as through a wide breach: amid the confusion they roll themselves onward.

¹⁵  Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.

¹⁶  And now my soul is poured out in me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.