So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth. {and to: or, as to}

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

My wounds stink {and} are corrupt because of my foolishness.

Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. {revolt...: Heb. increase revolt}

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

For my loins are filled with a loathsome {disease}: and {there is} no soundness in my flesh.