Job 30:18

With violence it seizes my garment. It binds me about like the collar of my tunic.

Satan left Jehovah's presence and struck Job with painful boils from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.

My skin is clothed with worms and scabs. My flesh breaks open filled with pus.

My bones cling to my skin. I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth (with almost nothing).

My wounds smell rotten. They fester because of my stupidity.

Why do you still want to be beaten? Why do you continue to rebel? Your whole head is infected. Your whole heart is sick.

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By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

Satan left Jehovah's presence and struck Job with painful boils from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.

My skin is clothed with worms and scabs. My flesh breaks open filled with pus.

My bones cling to my skin. I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth (with almost nothing).

My wounds smell rotten. They fester because of my stupidity.

Why do you still want to be beaten? Why do you continue to rebel? Your whole head is infected. Your whole heart is sick.