“Man decays like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
If I say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ And to the worm, ‘You are my mother and my sister,’
So Satan went out from the presence of the Lord, and struck Job with painful boils from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head.
How much more those who dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before a moth?
My flesh is caked with worms and dust, My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.
When with rebukes You correct man for iniquity, You make his beauty melt away like a moth; Surely every man is vapor. Selah
“Hear my prayer, O Lord, And give ear to my cry; Do not be silent at my tears; For I am a stranger with You, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Surely the Lord God will help Me; Who is he who will condemn Me? Indeed they will all grow old like a garment; The moth will eat them up.
Therefore I will be to Ephraim like a moth, And to the house of Judah like rottenness.
Please do not let her be as one dead, whose flesh is half consumed when he comes out of his mother’s womb!”
Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth-eaten.