So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

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

My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.

Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.