²⁸ While ^[a]I am decaying like a ^(A)rotten thing,
Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

¹⁷ At night it pierces ^(A)my bones ^[a]within me,
And my gnawing pains do not rest.
¹⁸ By a great force my garment is ^(B)distorted;
It ties me up like the collar of my coat.

³⁰ My ^(A)skin turns black ^[a]on me,
And my ^(B)bones burn with ^[b]fever.