And he, like that which is rotten, wastes away, as a garment that is moth-eaten.
I shall say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ – to the worm, ‘You are my mother and my sister.’
And Satan went out from the presence of יהוה, and struck Iyoḇ with loathsome sores from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head.
How much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth?
My body is covered with worms and dirt, my skin is cracked and it festers.
“When You chastise man for crookedness with reproofs, You consume what he loves, like a moth; All men are but a breath. Selah.
Hear my prayer, O יהוה, And give ear to my cry; Do not be silent at my tears; For I am a stranger with You, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.”
See, the Master יהוה helps Me. Who would declare Me wrong? See, all of them wear out like a garment, a moth eats them.
“So I am to Ephrayim like a moth, and to the house of Yehuḏah like rottenness.
Please do not let her be as one dead when coming out of his mother's womb, with his flesh half consumed!
Your riches have rotted, and your garments have become moth-eaten.