²¹ His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen; His bones that were not seen stick out.

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

¹¹ You will groan at your latter end, When your flesh and your body are consumed,

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

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

⁵ By reason of the voice of my groaning, My bones stick to my skin.

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

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

⁴ For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶ For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evil-doers have enclosed me. They pierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁷ I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.

⁸ You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me, It testifies to my face.

²² But his flesh on him has pain; His soul within him mourns."

²⁰ You forever prevail against him, and he passes; You change his face, and send him away.

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

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