My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

And he dwelleth in desolate cities, and in houses which no man inhabiteth, which are ready to become heaps.

Wherefore do the wicked live, become old, yea, are mighty in power?

He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.