By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
So went Satan forth from the presence of the Lord, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.
My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
For whatsoever man he be that hath a blemish, he shall not approach: a blind man, or a lame, or he that hath a flat nose, or any thing superfluous,