By the sheer number of them my clothing is worn away, and they have closed in on me like the collar of my coat.
Since my flesh has been consumed, my bone adheres to my skin, and only my lips have been left around my teeth.
And so, Satan departed from the face of the Lord and he struck Job with a very serious ulcer from the sole of the foot all the way to the crown of his head.
My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
I spoke with my tongue, "O Lord, make me know my end, and what the number of my days will be, so that I may know what is lacking to me."
Neither shall he approach to minister to him: if he is blind, if he is lame, if he is small, or large, or has a crooked nose,