The days of affliction take hold of me. My bones are pierced in me at night, & my gnawing pains take no rest. By great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me about as the collar of my coat. He has cast me into the mire, &    I have become like dust & ashes… For I know He is everlasting, He who is about to set me free on the earth & to raise up my skin that endures these things; for these things have been accomplished for me by the Lord; which I myself am conscious of (Job 30:16-19; 19:25-27)