²¹ His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.

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

¹¹ And thou mourn at thy latter end, When thy flesh and thy body are consumed,

³ For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.

⁴ My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.

⁵ By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.

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

³ When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.

⁴ For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: My moisture was changed `as' with the drought of summer. Selah

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶ For dogs have compassed me: A company of evil-doers have inclosed me; They pierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁷ I may count all my bones; They look and stare upon me.

⁸ And thou hast laid fast hold on me, `which' is a witness `against me': And my leanness riseth up against me, It testifieth to my face.

²² But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.

²⁰ Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth; Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.

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

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