His flesh is consumed away that it cannot be seen, and his bones that were not seen stick out.
“Man, as a rotten thing, decays, as a garment that is moth eaten.
You prevail forever against him, and he passes on; changing his countenance, You send him away.
But his flesh on him will have pain, and his soul within him will mourn.”
You have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me; and my leanness has risen up and bears witness to my face.
My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
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
and you mourn at the end of your life, when your flesh and your body are consumed,