⁵ My flesh is ^(A)caked with worms and dust,
My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.

¹¹ Your pomp is brought down to Sheol,
And the sound of your stringed instruments;
The maggot is spread under you,
And worms cover you.’

¹⁴ If I say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’
And to the worm, ‘You are my mother and my sister,’

⁶ From the sole of the foot even to the head,
There is no soundness in it,
But wounds and bruises and putrefying sores;
They have not been closed or bound up,
Or soothed with ointment.

⁵ My wounds are foul and festering
Because of my foolishness.

¹⁸ By great force my garment is disfigured;
It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
¹⁹ He has cast me into the mire,
And I have become like dust and ashes.