⁷ 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.

⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

²⁸ And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.

¹⁷ My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.

³⁰ My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

⁶ From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.