While I am decayinglike a rottenthing,Like a garmentthat is moth-eaten.
If I callto the pit,'You are my father;To the worm,'my motherand my sister';
Then Satanwentout from the presenceof the LORDand smoteJobwith soreboilsfrom the soleof his footto the crownof his head.
Howmuchmorethose who dwellin housesof clay,Whosefoundationis in the dust,Who are crushedbeforethe moth!
"My fleshis clothedwith wormsand a crustof dirt,My skinhardensand runs.
"With reproofsYou chastena manfor iniquity;You consumeas a mothwhat is preciousto him; Surelyeverymanis a merebreath.Selah.
"Hearmy prayer,O LORD,and giveearto my cry;Do not be silentat my tears;For I am a strangerwith You, A sojournerlike allmy fathers.
Behold,the LordGODhelpsMe; Whois he who condemnsMe? Behold,they will allwearout like a garment;The mothwill eatthem.
Therefore I am like a mothto EphraimAnd like rottennessto the houseof Judah.
"Oh,do not let her be like one dead,whosefleshis halfeatenaway when he comesfrom his mother'swomb!"
Your richeshave rottedand your garmentshave becomemoth-eaten.
