I am stooped and deeply bowed; every day I go about mourning.
I answered the king: “May the king live forever! How could I not look sad when the city where my ancestors are buried lies in ruins, and its gates consumed by fire?”
With great difficulty I change my clothes, the collar of my tunic fits around my waist.
My flesh is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers;
Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me; when I call, answer me quickly.
All those who hate me whisper together against me; they imagine the worst about me:
At once the angel of the Lord struck him down because he did not ascribe the honor to God, and he was eaten by worms and breathed his last.