²⁸ Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.

¹⁹ How much more those living in houses of earth, whose bases are in the dust! They are crushed more quickly than an insect;

¹¹ By the weight of your wrath against man's sin, the glory of his form is wasted away; truly every man is but a breath. (Selah.)

¹² Let her not be as one dead, whose flesh is half wasted when he comes out from the body of his mother.

¹⁷ The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.

¹⁸ With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.

¹⁹ Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.

²⁹ I have become a brother to the jackals, and go about in the company of ostriches.

³⁰ My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.

¹² And so to Ephraim I am like a wasting insect, and a destruction to the children of Judah.