I have called to corruption, You are my father; to the worm, My mother and my sister.
And he wears out like a rotten thing, like a garment which a moth eats.
and after my skin has been struck off from my flesh, yet this, I shall see God,
they lie down together on the dust, and the worm covers over them.
The womb shall forget him; the worm sucks on him; he shall be remembered no more; and injustice shall be broken like a tree.
how much less man who is a maggot; and the son of man who is a worm!
My skin is blackened on me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and is loathed.
For You will not leave My soul in Sheol; You will not give Your Holy One to see corruption.
for he shall yet live forever; he does not see the pit.
Your majesty is lowered into Sheol; the noise of your harps. The maggot is spread under you; yea, the worms cover you.
So also the resurrection of dead ones. It is sown in corruption, it is raised in incorruption.