With violence he seizes my garment; he grasps me by the collar of my tunic.
My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
So the accuser went out from the presence of the Lord and inflicted loathsome sores on Job from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head.
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out again.
My wounds grow foul and fester because of my foolishness;
Indeed, no one who has a blemish shall draw near, one who is blind or lame, or one who is mutilated or deformed,