His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen now stick out.
And he, like a rotten thing, consumes, as a garment that is moth-eaten.
You prevail forever against him, and he passes: you change his countenance, and send him away.
But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.
And you have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
When you with rebukes do correct man for iniquity, you make his beauty melt away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.
And you mourn at the last, when your flesh and your body are consumed,