⁷ For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.

²³ And immediately the angel of the Lord smote him, because he gave not God the glory: and he was eaten of worms, and gave up the ghost.

³ For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

⁸ An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

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

¹⁸ And after all this the Lord smote him in his bowels with an incurable disease.

¹⁹ And it came to pass, that in process of time, after the end of two years, his bowels fell out by reason of his sickness: so he died of sore diseases. And his people made no burning for him, like the burning of his fathers.

¹⁸ By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.