For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh.
and said to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should not my face be troubled when the city, the place of my fathers’ tombs, lies waste, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”
By the great force of my disease my garment is changed; it binds me about as the collar of my coat.
My flesh is covered with worms and caked with dirt; my skin is broken, and has become loathsome.
For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
They say, “An evil disease clings to him. And now that he lies down, he will not rise again.”
Immediately an angel of the Lord struck him, because he did not give God the glory. And he was eaten by worms and died.