Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
My bones pierce me in the night, and my sinews take no rest.
Let her not be as one dead, of whom the flesh is half consumed when he comes out of his mother's womb.
As a garment
How much more with those that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who shall be crushed by the moth!
When thou with chastening dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his greatness to consume away like a moth; surely every man is vanity. Selah.
Therefore I will be unto Ephraim as a moth and to the house of Judah as rottenness.