Job 30

He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.

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.