My body is covered with maggots and scabs. My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.

我的肉体以虫子和尘土为衣；我的皮肤才收了口又重新破裂。

我的肉体以虫子和尘土为衣，我的皮肤才收了口又流脓。

我的肉体以虫子和尘土为衣，我的皮肤才收了口又流脓。

我身上布满蛆虫、伤疤，皮肤破裂，流脓不止。

我的肉体以虫子和土块为衣裳，我的皮肤裂开又流脓。

我的肉體以蟲子和塵土為衣；我的皮膚才收了口又重新破裂。

我的肉體以蟲子和塵土為衣，我的皮膚才收了口又流膿。

我的肉體以蟲子和塵土為衣，我的皮膚才收了口又流膿。

我身上佈滿蛆蟲、傷疤，皮膚破裂，流膿不止。

我的肉體以蟲子和土塊為衣裳，我的皮膚裂開又流膿。

我的肉身披戴着蛆蟲和塵土塊；我的爛皮才結了痂，又再流膿。

我體被蛆與土、膚既合而復裂、

我肉生蛆、蒙以塵埃、膚雖痊、膿復出。

我徧身被蟲蒙埃、膚裂膿出、膚裂膿出或作膚始愈膿復流

My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.

My body is covered with worms and sores. My skin is broken. It has boils all over it.

My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.

My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt. My skin forms scabs and then oozes.

My flesh is clothed with maggots and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and oozes.

My flesh is caked with worms and dust, My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.

My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt. My skin forms scabs and then oozes.

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

My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

Your might and power were buried with you. The sound of the harp in your palace has ceased. Now maggots are your sheet, and worms your blanket.’

What if I call the grave my father, and the maggot my mother or my sister?

So Satan left the Lord’s presence, and he struck Job with terrible boils from head to foot.Job scraped his skin with a piece of broken pottery as he sat among the ashes.

You will look back on all the ways you defiled yourselves and will hate yourselves because of the evil you have done.

My wounds fester and stink because of my foolish sins.I am bent over and racked with pain. All day long I walk around filled with grief.A raging fever burns within me, and my health is broken.

you would plunge me into a muddy ditch, and my own filthy clothing would hate me.

And as they go out, they will see the dead bodies of those who have rebelled against me. For the worms that devour them will never die, and the fire that burns them will never go out. All who pass by will view them with utter horror.”

Instantly, an angel of the Lord struck Herod with a sickness, because he accepted the people’s worship instead of giving the glory to God. So he was consumed with worms and died.

And after my body has decayed, yet in my body I will see God!

You are battered from head to foot— covered with bruises, welts, and infected wounds— without any soothing ointments or bandages.

With a strong hand, God grabs my shirt. He grips me by the collar of my coat.He has thrown me into the mud. I’m nothing more than dust and ashes.

Their own mothers will forget them. Maggots will find them sweet to eat. No one will remember them. Wicked people are broken like a tree in the storm.