My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.

Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth: thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.

But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.

For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.

And thou mourn at the last, when thy flesh and thy body are consumed,

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.