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

⁷ And the Satan went out from before the Lord, and sent on Job an evil disease covering his skin from his feet to the top of his head.

⁵ My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.

²⁰ My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.

⁵ My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.

⁵ Why will you have more and more punishment? why keep on in your evil ways? Every head is tired and every heart is feeble.

⁶ The body, from head to foot, is all diseased; it is a mass of open wounds, marks of blows, and broken flesh: the flow of blood has not been stopped, and no oil has been put on the wounds.