His flesh is so wasted away that it cannot be seen, and his bones that were not seen stick out.
My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
and at the end of your life you groan, when your flesh and body are consumed,
When you discipline a man with rebukes for sin, you consume like a moth what is dear to him; surely all mankind is a mere breath! Selah
And he has shriveled me up, which is a witness against me, and my leanness has risen up against me; it testifies to my face.
He feels only the pain of his own body, and he mourns only for himself.”
You prevail forever against him, and he passes; you change his countenance, and send him away.
Man wastes away like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.