My back is filled with searing pain; there is no health in my body.
but I said to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should my face not look sad when the city where my ancestors are buried lies in ruins, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”
In his great power God becomes like clothing to me; he binds me like the neck of my garment.
My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.
For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers.
“A vile disease has afflicted him; he will never get up from the place where he lies.”
Immediately, because Herod did not give praise to God, an angel of the Lord struck him down, and he was eaten by worms and died.