His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.
Thou prevailest `over' him for ever, and he goeth, He is changing his countenance, And Thou sendest him away.
Only -- his flesh for him is pained, And his soul for him doth mourn.'
And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.
Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
With reproofs against iniquity, Thou hast corrected man, And dost waste as a moth his desirableness, Only, vanity `is' every man. Selah.
And thou hast howled in thy latter end, In the consumption of thy flesh and thy food,