His flesh wastes away from his sight; and his bones laid bare, they were not seen.
And he wears out like a rotten thing, like a garment which a moth eats.
You overpower him forever, and he goes. You change his face and send him away.
But his flesh is made heavy on him; and his soul mourns over him.
And You have plucked me; for it is a witness, and my failure rises up against me; yea, it answers to my face.
My bone clings on my skin and on 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 is loathed.
You correct a man with rebukes over iniquity; and as a moth You melt away what he desires. Surely every man is vanity. Selah.
and you groan when your end comes, when your flesh and muscle are used up,