Their flesh is so wasted away that it cannot be seen, and their bones, once invisible, now stick out.
One wastes away like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.
You prevail forever against them, and they pass away; you change their countenance and send them away.
They feel only the pain of their own bodies and mourn only for themselves.”
And he has shriveled me up, which is a witness against me; my leanness has risen up against me, and it testifies to my face.
My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out again.
“You chastise mortals in punishment for sin, consuming like a moth what is dear to them; surely everyone is a mere breath. Selah
and at the end of your life you groan, when your flesh and body are consumed,