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