“Now my soul is poured out within me.
The days of affliction have taken hold of me.
The night racks my bones.
The pain that gnaws me takes no rest.
With violence it seizes my garment.
He grasps me by the collar of my tunic.
God has cast me into the mire.
I have become like dust and ashes.”
Job turned inward as he said even his soul was afflicted. His body was racked with pain. He had no rest from this continual pain. It was as like someone had seized him by the collar of his tunic. The pain was devastating to his whole body. God had cast him out into mud. He had become like dust and ashes, of so little value.