"My fleshis clothedwith wormsand a crustof dirt,My skinhardensand runs.
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';
"My eyehas also growndimbecauseof grief,And allmy membersare as a shadow.
"My boneclingsto my skinand my flesh,And I have escaped[only] by the skinof my teeth.
"Even aftermy skinis destroyed,Yet from my fleshI shall seeGod;
"A motherwill forgethim; The wormfeedssweetlytill he is nolongerremembered.And wickednesswill be brokenlike a tree.
YetYou would plungeme into the pit,And my own clotheswould abhorme.
From the soleof the footeven to the headThereis nothingsoundin it, [Only] bruises,weltsand rawwounds,Not pressedout or bandaged,Norsoftenedwith oil.
Your pomp[and] the musicof your harpsHave been broughtdownto Sheol;Maggotsare spreadout [as your bed] beneathyou And wormsare your covering.'
"Then they will goforthand lookOn the corpsesof the menWho have transgressedagainst Me. For their wormwill not dieAnd their firewill not be quenched;And they will be an abhorrenceto allmankind."
"Thereyou will rememberyour waysand allyour deedswith whichyou have defiledyourselves; and you will loatheyourselves in your own sightfor allthe evilthingsthat you have done.
And immediatelyan angelof the Lordstruckhim becausehe did not giveGodthe glory,and he was eaten by wormsand died.
