"By a great force my garment is distorted; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
Then Satan went out from the presence of the LORD and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head.
"My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and runs.
"My bone clings to my skin and my flesh, And I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
My wounds grow foul and fester Because of my folly.
Where will you be stricken again, As you continue in your rebellion? The whole head is sick And the whole heart is faint.