⁵ My body is clothed with worms^(A) and scabs,
    my skin is broken and festering.^(B)

²⁸ “So man wastes away like something rotten,
    like a garment^(A) eaten by moths.^(B)

¹⁷ Night pierces my bones;
    my gnawing pains never rest.^(A)
18 In his great power^(B) God becomes like clothing to me^[a];
    he binds me like the neck of my garment.

³⁰ My skin grows black^(A) and peels;^(B)
    my body burns with fever.^(C)