"My skinturnsblackon me, And my bonesburnwith fever.
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.
"At nightit piercesmy boneswithinme, And my gnawing[pains] takenorest.
For my dayshave beenconsumedin smoke,And my boneshave been scorchedlike a hearth.
My hearthas been smittenlike grassand has witheredaway, Indeed,I forgetto eatmy bread.
ThoughI have becomelike a wineskinin the smoke,I do not forgetYour statutes.
"From on highHe sentfireinto my bones,And it prevailed[over them]. He has spreada netfor my feet;He has turnedme back;He has mademe desolate,Faintalldaylong.
He has caused my fleshand my skinto wasteaway,He has brokenmy bones.
Their appearanceis blackerthansoot,They are not recognizedin the streets;Their skinis shriveledon their bones,It is withered,it has becomelike wood.
Our skinhas becomeas hotas an oven,Becauseof the burningheatof famine.
I heardand my inwardpartstrembled,At the soundmy lipsquivered.Decayentersmy bones,And in my placeI tremble.BecauseI must waitquietlyfor the dayof distress,For the peopleto arise[who] will invadeus.
