For my loins are filled with burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh.
I said to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should my face not be sad, when the city, the place of my ancestors’ graves, lies waste and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”
With violence he seizes my garment; he grasps me by the collar of my tunic.
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out again.
For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
They think that a deadly thing has fastened on me, that I will not rise again from where I lie.
And immediately, because he had not given the glory to God, an angel of the Lord struck him down, and he was eaten by worms and died.