And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, 'A skin for a skin, and all that a man hath he doth give for his life.

Clothed hath been my flesh with worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,

Skin and flesh Thou dost put on me, And with bones and sinews dost fence me.

Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.

It consumeth the parts of his skin, Consume his parts doth death's first-born.

To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.

And after my skin hath compassed this body, Then from my flesh I see God:

My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,

Dost thou fill with barbed irons his skin? And with fish-spears his head?