Job 30:17-19, 29-30

The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest. With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic. God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

I am a brother of jackals and a companion of ostriches. My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.