My back is filled with burning pain. My whole body is sick.
But I said to the king, “May you live forever! Why shouldn’t I look sad? The city where my people of long ago are buried has been destroyed. And fire has burned up its gates.”
God’s great power becomes like clothes to me. He chokes me like the neck of my shirt.
My body is covered with worms and sores. My skin is broken. It has boils all over it.
My days are disappearing like smoke. My body burns like glowing coals.
They say, “He is sick and will die very soon. He will never get up from his bed again.”
Right away an angel of the Lord struck Herod down. Herod had not given praise to God. So he was eaten by worms and died.