His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones, once unseen, now stick out.
“So he wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.
You overpower him—once for all, and he perishes; You change his appearance and send him away.
He only feels pain for his own flesh, and mourns for his own soul.”
You have seized me— it has become a witness; my leanness rises against me and testifies to my face.
My bones cling to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
My flesh is clothed with maggots and clods of dirt; My skin is broken and festering.
Remove Your scourge from me. I perish by the blow of Your hand.
At the end of your life, you will groan, when your flesh and body are spent—