For my sides are filled with burning, and there is no soundness in my flesh.
Immediately an angel of the Lord struck him down, because he did not give God the glory, and he was eaten by worms and breathed his last.
For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
They say, "A deadly thing is poured out[5] on him; he will not rise again from where he lies."
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.
With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
I said to the king, "Let the king live forever! Why should not my face be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers' graves, lies in ruins, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?"