They say, "He is fatally ill; he will never leave his bed again."

Then after all this, the LORD brought on the king a painful disease of the intestines.

For almost two years it grew steadily worse until finally the king died in agony. His subjects did not light a bonfire in mourning for him as had been done for his ancestors.

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

God seizes me by my collar and twists my clothes out of shape.

At once the angel of the Lord struck Herod down, because he did not give honor to God. He was eaten by worms and died.