American Standard Version
"My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh. "
— Job 7:5, American Standard Version
“My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.”
“My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.”
“My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.”
“My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust; my skin is withered and drawn together.”
“My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.”
“My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.”
As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:
So am I made to possess months of misery, 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 closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.
Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.