By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it binds me about as the collar of my coat.
My bone sticks to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot to his crown.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
For whatever man he be that has a blemish, he shall not approach: a blind man, or a lame, or he that has a flat nose, or any thing superfluous,