With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
So Satan went out from the presence of the Lord and struck Job with loathsome sores from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head.
Why will you still be struck down? Why will you continue to rebel? The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. From the sole of the foot even to the head, there is no soundness in it, but bruises and sores and raw wounds; they are not pressed out or bound up or softened with oil.
My wounds stink and fester because of my foolishness,
My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.
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