Job 7:5
“My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.”
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
Cross-References
“For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.”
“What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?”
“And there shall ye remember your ways, and all your doings, wherein ye have been defiled; and ye shall lothe yourselves in your own sight for all your evils that ye have committed.”
“And they shall go forth, and look upon the carcases of the men that have transgressed against me: for their worm shall not die, neither shall their fire be quenched; and they shall be an abhorring unto all flesh.”
“By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.”