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

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

¹¹ When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath." Selah.

¹² Let her not, I pray, be as one dead, of whom the flesh is half consumed when he comes 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 great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.

¹⁹ He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

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

³⁰ My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

¹² Therefore I am to Ephraim like a moth, And to the house of Judah like rottenness.