My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.

For he breaketh me with a tempest, And multiplieth my wounds without cause.

Behold, he breaketh down, and it cannot be built again; He shutteth up a man, and there can be no opening.

He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.

He breaketh open a shaft away from where men sojourn; They are forgotten of the foot; They hang afar from men, they swing to and fro.

He breaketh in pieces mighty men in ways past finding out, And setteth others in their stead.

That the evil man is reserved to the day of calamity? That they are led forth to the day of wrath?