So man wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.
You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a va
how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundations are in the dust, who can be crushed like a moth!
Night pierces my bones, and my gnawing pains never rest.
Please do not let her be like a stillborn infant whose flesh is half consumed when he comes out of his mother’s womb.”
I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of ostriches.
So I am like a moth to Ephraim, and like decay to the house of Judah.