If I callto the pit,'You are my father;To the worm,'my motherand my sister';
While I am decayinglike a rottenthing,Like a garmentthat is moth-eaten.
"Even aftermy skinis destroyed,Yet from my fleshI shall seeGod;
"Togetherthey liedownin the dust,And wormscoverthem.
"A motherwill forgethim; The wormfeedssweetlytill he is nolongerremembered.And wickednesswill be brokenlike a tree.
Howmuchlessman,[that] maggot,And the sonof man,[that] worm!"
"My skinturnsblackon me, And my bonesburnwith fever.
"My fleshis clothedwith wormsand a crustof dirt,My skinhardensand runs.
For You will not abandonmy soulto Sheol;Norwill You allowYour HolyOneto undergodecay.
That he should liveon eternally,That he should not undergodecay.
Your pomp[and] the musicof your harpsHave been broughtdownto Sheol;Maggotsare spreadout [as your bed] beneathyou And wormsare your covering.'
Soalsois the resurrectionof the dead.It is sowna perishable[body], it is raisedan imperishable[body];
