With the multitude of them my garment is consumed: and they have girded me about, as with the collar of my coat.
So Satan went forth from the presence of the Lord, and struck Job with a very grievous ulcer, from the sole of the foot even to the top of his head.
I spoke with my tongue: O Lord, make me know my end. And what is the number of my days: that I may know what is wanting to me.
The flesh being consumed, my bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.
My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust: my skin is withered and drawn together.
Neither shall he approach to minister to him: If he be blind; if he be lame; if he have a little, or a great, or a crooked nose;