I was moved, I was even greatly bowed down: all the day I went darkened.
And immediately the messenger of the Lord struck him, because he gave not the glory to God: and eaten by worms, he expired.
For my days were finished in smoke, and my bones burnt as fuel.
A word of Belial will press upon him: and when he lay down, he will not add to rise up.
And my flesh was clothed with worms, and a clod of dust; my akin was contracted and melted away.
By the multitude of power my clothing will be disguised: it will gird me about as the mouth of my coat
And saying to the king, O king, thou wilt live forever: wherefore shall not my face be sad when the city of the house of my father's sepulchres was laid waste, and its gates consumed with fire?