His flesh wastes away from sight, and his hidden bones protrude.
My skin and flesh cling to my bones; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
At the end of your life you will groan when your flesh and your body are spent,
So man wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.
My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
You have bound me, and it has become a witness; my frailty rises up and testifies against me.
You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a va
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.
For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like glowing embers.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me in the dust of death.
He feels only the pain of his own body and mourns only for himself.”
You forever overpower him, and he passes on; You change his countenance and send him away.