²¹ His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.

²⁰ My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

¹¹ And thou mourn at the last, when thy flesh and thy body are consumed,

³ For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

⁴ My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread.

⁵ By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.

¹¹ When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.

³ When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

⁴ For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶ For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁷ I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.

⁸ And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.

²² But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.

²⁰ Thou prevailest for ever against him, and he passeth: thou changest his countenance, and sendest him away.