His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.
Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth; Thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.
But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.
And thou hast laid fast hold on me, which is a witness against me: And my leanness riseth up against me, it testifieth to my face.
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up and breaketh out afresh.
When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, Thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: Surely every man is vanity. Selah
And thou mourn at thy latter end, When thy flesh and thy body are consumed,