By great force my garment is disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, And I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
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.
My flesh is caked with worms and dust, My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.
My wounds are foul and festering Because of my foolishness.
For any man who has a defect shall not approach: a man blind or lame, who has a marred face or any limb too long,