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

⁷ So Satan went forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.

²⁰ My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

⁵ My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.

⁵ Why will ye be still stricken, that ye revolt more and more? the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

⁶ From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; `but' wounds, and bruises, and fresh stripes: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with oil.