Job 30:17

My bones are pierced in me, &c.— My bones are pierced through with pain in the night, and my veins have no rest. Job 30:18. With great force he layeth hold of my garment, and enfolds me by the collar of my robe. Job 30:19. He hath cast me into the mire, &c. Houb.; who observes, that the idea is taken from a man struggling with another, laying hold of his garment, casting him to the earth, and rolling him in the mire. Job compares the disease and affliction which laid hold of him with such a struggle.