And he wears out like a rotten thing, like a garment that a moth eats.
I have said to corruption, You are my father; to the worm, My mother and my sister!
And Satan went forth from the presence of Jehovah and struck Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.
How much less in those who live in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and has run afresh.
You correct a man for iniquity with rebukes, and you make his desires vanish away like a moth. Surely every man is vanity. Selah.
Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear to my cry. Do not be silent at my tears; for I am a stranger with You, a pilgrim, as all my fathers were.
Behold, the Lord Jehovah will help Me; who is he who shall condemn Me? Lo, they all shall wear out like a garment; the moth shall eat them.
Therefore I am as a moth to Ephraim, and to the house of Judah as rottenness.
Let her not be like one dead, of whom the flesh is half gone when he comes out of his mother's womb.
Your riches have rotted, and your clothes have become moth-eaten.