TSK · Job 7:5

So went Satan foorth from the presence of the Lorde, and smote Iob with sore byles, from the sole of his foote vnto his crowne.

And I as a rotten thing do consume away, as a garment that is moth eaten.

I saide to corruption, thou art my father, and to the wormes, you are my mother and my sister.

And though after my skinne the wormes destroy this body, yet shall I see God in my fleshe:

For the vehemencie of sorowe is my garment chaunged, whiche compasseth me about as the coller of my coote.

I am become crooked, and am exceedingly pulled downe: I go a mourning all the day long.

Thy pompe and thy pride is layde downe into the pit, and so is the melodie of thy instrumentes. Wormes be layde vnder thee, & wormes be thy coueryng.

There shall ye call to rembraunce your owne wayes, and all your workes wherin ye haue ben defiled, and ye shalbe cut of in your owne sight for all your wickednesse that ye haue done.