Job 30

Toutes les terreurs se tournent contre moi, elles poursuivent ma prospérité comme le vent, et mon bonheur a passé comme un nuage!

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.