¹⁸ By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.

⁷ So Satan went forth from the presence of Yahweh, and struck Job with painful sores from the sole of his foot to his head.

⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

²⁰ My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

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

⁵ Why should you be beaten more, That you revolt more and more? The whole head is sick, And the whole heart faint.

⁶ From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness in it: Wounds, welts, and open sores. They haven't been closed, neither bandaged, neither soothed with oil.