I shall say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ – to the worm, ‘You are my mother and my sister.’
For You do not leave my being in the grave, Neither let Your Kind One see corruption.
So also is the resurrection of the dead: it is sown in corruption, it is raised in incorruption;
‘Your arrogance has been brought down to the grave, and the sound of your stringed instruments; the maggot is spread under you, and worms cover you.’
That he should still live forever, And not see the Pit.
My skin became black upon me, and my bones burned with heat.
The womb forgets him, the worm feeds sweetly on him; he is remembered no more, and wickedness is broken like a tree;
Together they lie down in the dust, and worms cover them.
And he, like that which is rotten, wastes away, as a garment that is moth-eaten.
and after my skin has been struck off, then in my flesh I shall see Eloah,
My body is covered with worms and dirt, my skin is cracked and it festers.
how much less man, a maggot, and a son of man, a worm?”