His flesh wastes away, not seen; and his bones laid bare; they were not seen.
And he wears out like a rotten thing, like a garment that a moth eats.
You overpower him forever, and he passes; You change his face, and send him away.
But his flesh is pained within him; and his soul mourns over him.
And You have plucked me, for it is a witness, and my failure rises up against me, and it answers to my face.
My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.
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.
and you moan when your end comes, when your flesh and muscle are eaten away,