Job 30

He quedado reducido a la nada; tú, oh Dios mío, has arrebatado como viento o torbellino, todo lo que yo más amaba, y mi prosperidad ha pasado como una nube.

Hanse revuelto turbaciones sobre mí; combatieron como viento mi alma, y mi salud pasó como nube.

Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.