With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
So Satan went out from the presence of the Lord and struck Job with loathsome sores from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head.
My wounds stink and fester because of my foolishness,
My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.
For no one who has a blemish shall draw near, a man blind or lame, or one who has a mutilated face or a limb too long,