Job 30:18
Most effectually, is my skin disfigured, - Like the collar of my tunic, it girdeth me about:
Job 2:7
So the accuser went forth from the presence of Yahweh, - and smote Job with a sore boil, from the sole of his foot, unto his crown.
Job 7:5
My flesh is clothed with worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh:
Job 19:20
Unto my skin and unto my flesh, have my bones cleaved, and I have escaped with the akin of my teeth.
Psalm 38:5
My wounds are of bad odour - they have festered, by reason of my folly:
Isaiah 1:5-6
Why should ye be smitten any more? Ye would again turn aside! The whole head is sick, And the whole heart faint: