My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
Your pomp has been brought down to Sheol, along with the music of your harps. Maggots are your bed and worms your blanke
and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
So Satan went out from the presence of the LORD and infected Job with terrible boils from the soles of his feet to the c
“As they go forth, they will see the corpses of the men who have rebelled against Me; for their worm will never die, the
Even after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God.
With great force He grasps my garment; He seizes me by the collar of my tunic.
Immediately, because Herod did not give glory to God, an angel of the Lord struck him down, and he was eaten by worms an
The womb forgets them; the worm feeds on them; they are remembered no more. So injustice is broken like a tree.
There you will remember your ways and all the deeds with which you have defiled yourselves, and you will loathe yourselv
My wounds are foul and festering because of my sinful folly.
From the sole of your foot to the top of your head, there is no soundness—only wounds and welts and festering sores neit
then You would plunge me into the pit, and even my own clothes would despise me.