God grabbed the collar of my coat\par and twisted my clothes out of shape.\par
“I am so thin,\par my skin hangs loose on my bones.\par I have little life left in me.\par
Then Satan went away from the Lord. Satan gave Job painful sores. The painful sores were all over Job’s body from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.
My body is clothed with worms and dirt.\par My skin is broken\par and covered with running sores.\par
I did a foolish thing.\par Now I have infected sores that stink.\par
Any man who has something wrong with him must not {serve as priest and} bring sacrifices to me. These men cannot serve as priests: