His flesh wastes away, and his bones which were not seen stick out.
My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
Then you shall howl in your latter end, When your flesh and your body are consumed,
“When You chastise man for crookedness with reproofs, You consume what he loves, like a moth; All men are but a breath. Selah.
And You have plucked me, and it is a witness. And my failure rises up against me, it bears witness to my face.
He feels only the pain of his flesh, and he mourns over himself.”
You overpower him, forever, and he is gone – his face changes and You send him away.
And he, like that which is rotten, wastes away, as a garment that is moth-eaten.
My body is covered with worms and dirt, my skin is cracked and it festers.