My flesh is clothed with worms Which were bred out of his corrupted flesh and sores, and which, it seems, covered him all over like a garment. And clods of dust The dust of the earth on which he lay. My skin is broken By ulcers breaking out in all parts of it. My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle Which passes in a moment from one side of the web to the other. So the time of my life hastens to a period; and therefore vain are those hopes which you would give me of a restoration to my former prosperity in this world. And are spent without hope Of enjoying any good day here.
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Job 7:5-6
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.