By the great force my garment is disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
So Satan went forth from the presence of LORD, and smote Job with severe boils from the sole of his foot to his crown.
My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, because of my foolishness.
My bone cleaves to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
For whatever man he is who has a blemish, he shall not approach: [not] a blind man, or a lame [man], or he who has a flat nose, or anything superfluous,