5 My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
Job 7:5
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Psalms 38:6–8
6 I am bent and brought low; all day long I go about mourning. 7 For my loins are full of burning pain, and no soundness remains in my body. 8 I am numb and badly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart.
Job 30:29–31
29 I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of ostriches. 30 My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever. 31 My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping.
Lamentations 3:3–5
3 Indeed, He keeps turning His hand against me all day long. 4 He has worn away my flesh and skin; He has shattered my bones. 5 He has besieged me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.
Psalms 102:4–6
4 My heart is afflicted, and withered like grass; I even forget to eat my bread. 5 Through my loud groaning my flesh clings to my bones. 6 I am like a desert owl, like an owl among the ruins.
Job 13:27–28
27 You put my feet in the stocks and stand watch over all my paths; You set a limit for the soles of my feet. 28 So man wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.
Job 33:20–22
20 so that he detests his bread, and his soul loathes his favorite food. 21 His flesh wastes away from sight, and his hidden bones protrude. 22 He draws near to the Pit, and his life to the messengers of death.
Isaiah 1:5–7
5 Why do you want more beatings? Why do you keep rebelling? Your head has a massive wound, and your whole heart is afflicted. 6 From the sole of your foot to the top of your head, there is no soundness— only wounds and welts and festering sores neither cleansed no…
Job 16:14–16
14 He breaks me with wound upon wound; He rushes me like a mighty warrior. 15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my horn in the dust. 16 My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes;
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