He throws me into the mud,
God has cast him into the mire, and he has become like dust and ashes.
This verse portrays Job's condition as abasement under God's hand.
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