For my loinsare filledwith burning,And thereis nosoundnessin my flesh.
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?"
"By a greatforcemy garmentis distorted;It bindsme about as the collarof my coat.
"My fleshis clothedwith wormsand a crustof dirt,My skinhardensand runs.
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."
And immediatelyan angelof the Lordstruckhim becausehe did not giveGodthe glory,and he was eaten by wormsand died.
