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So Satan went out from the presence of the Lord, and he afflicted Job with a malignant ulcer from the sole of his feet to the top of his head.
My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
My bones stick to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped alive with only the skin of my teeth.
My wounds are infected and starting to smell, because of my foolish sins.
Why do you insist on being battered? Why do you continue to rebel? Your head has a massive wound, your whole body is weak.