By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it binds me about as the collar of my coat.
My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and struck Job with painful boils from the sole of his foot unto the crown of his head.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My wounds are foul and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
For whatsoever man he is that has a blemish, he shall not approach: a blind man, or lame, or he that has a marred face, or any limb too long,