²⁸ “So man wastes away like something rotten,
    like a garment^(A) eaten by moths.^(B)

¹⁶ I heard and my heart pounded,
    my lips quivered at the sound;
decay crept into my bones,
    and my legs trembled.^(A)
Yet I will wait patiently^(B) for the day of calamity
    to come on the nation invading us.