²⁸ Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

¹⁹ How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!

¹¹ When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. Selah

¹² Let her not, I pray, be as one dead, of whom the flesh is half consumed when he cometh out of his mother's womb.

¹⁷ In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the `pains' that gnaw me take no rest.

¹⁸ By `God's' great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

¹⁹ He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

²⁹ I am a brother to jackals, And a companion to ostriches.

³⁰ My skin is black, `and falleth' from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

¹² Therefore am I unto Ephraim as a moth, and to the house of Judah as rottenness.