⁵ Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,

¹¹ Brought down to Sheol hath been thine excellency, The noise of thy psaltery, Under thee spread out hath been the worm, Yea, covering thee is the worm.

¹⁴ To corruption I have called: -- `Thou `art' my father.' `My mother' and `my sister' -- to the worm.

⁷ And the Adversary goeth forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smiteth Job with a sore ulcer from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

⁸ And he taketh to him a potsherd to scrape himself with it, and he is sitting in the midst of the ashes.

²³ and presently there smote him a messenger of the Lord, because he did not give the glory to God, and having been eaten of worms, he expired.

⁴³ And ye have remembered there your ways, And all your doings, In which ye have been defiled, And ye have been loathsome in your own faces, For all your evils that ye have done.

²⁴ And they have gone forth, And looked on the carcases of the men Who are transgressing against me, For their worm dieth not, And their fire is not quenched, And they have been an abhorrence to all flesh!

⁶ From the sole of the foot -- unto the head, There is no soundness in it, Wound, and bruise, and fresh smiting! They have not been closed nor bound, Nor have they softened with ointment.

⁵ Stunk -- become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.

⁶ I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.

⁷ For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.

¹⁸ By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.

¹⁹ Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

²⁰ Forget him doth the womb, Sweeten `on' him doth the worm, No more is he remembered, And broken as a tree is wickedness.

²⁶ And after my skin hath compassed this `body', Then from my flesh I see God:

³¹ Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.