For I am overcome with shame and my whole body is sick.
I replied to the king, “O king, live forever! Why would I not appear dejected when the city with the graves of my ancestors lies desolate and its gates destroyed by fire?”
With great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.
They say, ‘An awful disease overwhelms him, and now that he is bed-ridden he will never recover.’
Immediately an angel of the Lord struck Herod down because he did not give the glory to God, and he was eaten by worms and died.
