For my loins be filled with scorn-ings; and health is not in my flesh.
and I said to the king, King, live thou without end; why should not my cheer mourn? for the city of the house of the sepulchres of my father[s] is deserted, either forsaken, and the gates thereof be burnt with fire.
In the multitude of those [or them] my cloth is wasted, and they have girded me as with the collar of a coat.
My flesh is clothed with rot, and filths of dust; my skin dried up, and is drawn together.
For my days have failed as smoke; and my bones have dried up as croutons or cracklings, either leavings of frying.
They ordained an evil word against me; Whether he that sleepeth, shall not lie to, that he rise again?
And anon an angel of the Lord smote him, for he had not given honour to God; and he was wasted of worms, and died.