Fever has my back in flames, and I hurt all over.
I answered, “Your Majesty, I hope you live for ever! I feel sad because the city where my ancestors are buried is in ruins, and its gates have been burnt down.”
and God has shrunk my skin, choking me to death.
My parched skin is covered with worms, dirt, and sores,
My days disappear like smoke, and my bones are burning as though in a furnace.
and they say, “You have some fatal disease! You'll never get well.”
At once an angel from the Lord struck him down because he took the honour that belonged to God. Later, Herod was eaten by worms and died.