TSK · Psalms 38:3

So Satan went forth from the presence of Yahweh, and struck Job with painful sores from the sole of his foot to his head.

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

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.

Let me hear joy and gladness, That the bones which you have broken may rejoice.

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

Why should you be beaten more, that you revolt more and more? The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.