With violence it seizes my garment; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
My bones cleave to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
So Satan went forth from the presence of the Lord, and afflicted Job with loathsome sores 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 afresh.
My wounds grow foul and fester because of my foolishness,
For no one who has a blemish shall draw near, a man blind or lame, or one who has a mutilated face or a limb too long,