²⁸ I waste away like rotting wood,
    like a moth-eaten coat.

¹¹ When you discipline us for our sins,
    you consume like a moth what is precious to us.
    Each of us is but a breath. Interlude

¹⁹ how much less will he trust people made of clay!
    They are made of dust, crushed as easily as a moth.

¹² I will destroy Israel as a moth consumes wool.
    I will make Judah as weak as rotten wood.

²⁹ Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals
    and a companion to owls.
³⁰ My skin has turned dark,
    and my bones burn with fever.

¹⁷ At night my bones are filled with pain,
    which gnaws at me relentlessly.
¹⁸ With a strong hand, God grabs my shirt.^[a]
    He grips me by the collar of my coat.
¹⁹ He has thrown me into the mud.
    I’m nothing more than dust and ashes.