TSK · Job 33:21

though I am decaying like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.

But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns."

My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

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.