“Man, as a rotten thing, decays, as a garment that is moth eaten.
I have said to the pit, ‘You are my father’; to the worm, ‘You are my mother and my sister.’
Therefore, the Adversary went out from the presence of the Lord, and he afflicted Job with severe sores from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.
Even more, those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth.
My flesh is covered with worms and caked with dirt; my skin is broken, and has become loathsome.
When with rebukes You correct man for sin, You consume like a moth what is precious to him; surely every man is mere vapor. Selah
Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with You, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Behold, the Lord God will help me; who is he who condemns me? Behold, they all shall grow old as a garment; the moth shall eat them up.
Therefore I will be like pus to Ephraim and like rottenness to the house of Judah.
Do not let her be as dead, who when he goes out of his mother’s womb half his flesh is eaten.”
Your riches are corrupted and your garments are moth-eaten.