For my loinsare filledwith burning,And thereis nosoundnessin my flesh.
And immediatelyan angelof the Lordstruckhim becausehe did not giveGodthe glory,and he was eaten by wormsand died.
For my dayshave beenconsumedin smoke,And my boneshave been scorchedlike a hearth.
"A wickedthingis pouredout upon him, That whenhe liesdown,he will not riseup again."
"My fleshis clothedwith wormsand a crustof dirt,My skinhardensand runs.
"By a greatforcemy garmentis distorted;It bindsme about as the collarof my coat.
I saidto the king,"Let the kingliveforever.Whyshould my facenot be sadwhenthe city,the placeof my fathers'tombs,lies desolateand its gateshave been consumedby fire?"
