My body is full of worms; it is covered with scabs; pus runs out of my sores.

As a result, I crumble like rotten wood, like a moth-eaten coat.

You overpower us and send us away forever; our faces are twisted in death.

We feel only the pain of our own bodies and the grief of our own minds.

My skin hangs loose on my bones; I have barely escaped with my life.

When I did not confess my sins, I was worn out from crying all day long.

Day and night you punished me, LORD; my strength was completely drained, as moisture is dried up by the summer heat.

You punish our sins by your rebukes, and like a moth you destroy what we love. Indeed we are no more than a puff of wind!

My life is disappearing like smoke; my body is burning like fire.

I groan aloud; I am nothing but skin and bones.

You will lie groaning on your deathbed, your flesh and muscles being eaten away,

My throat is as dry as dust, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have left me for dead in the dust.

All my bones can be seen. My enemies look at me and stare.