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So Satan went forth from the presence of the LORD and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto the crown of his head.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and abominable.
My bones cleave to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
Why should I chastise you any more? Ye will revolt more and more; every head is sick, and every heart faint.