TSK · Job 33:21

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

But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

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