TSK · Job 19:20

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

He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;

I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.

When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.

Their appearance is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: Their skin clings to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.