I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell; Neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.
So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption; it is raised in incorruption:
Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and the worms cover thee.
That he should still live for ever, And not see corruption.
My skin is black upon me, And my bones are burned with heat.
The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; He shall be no more remembered; And wickedness shall be broken as a tree.
They shall lie down alike in the dust, And the worms shall cover them.
And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, As a garment that is moth eaten.
And though after my skin worms destroy this body, Yet in my flesh shall I see God:
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin is broken, and become loathsome.
How much less man, that is a worm? And the son of man, which is a worm?