Terrors are turned loose against me;
Terrors are turned loose against Job; his honor is driven away like the wind, and his prosperity passes like a cloud.
This verse opens the section by naming the total undoing of Job's former standing.
15Terrors are turned loose against me; 16And now my soul is poured out within me; 17Night pierces my bones, 18With great force He grasps my garment; 19He throws me into the mud, 20I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer; 21You have ruthlessly turned on me; 22You snatch me up into the wind 23Yes, I know that You will bring me down to death, 24Yet no one stretches out his hand against a ruined man 25Have I not wept for those in trouble? 26But when I hoped for good, evil came; 27I am churning within and cannot rest; 28I go about blackened, but not by the sun. 29I have become a brother of jackals, 30My skin grows black and peels, 31My harp is tuned to mourning