My bones are pierced in me at night, and my gnawing pains take no rest.

He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

I beseech you, do not let her be as one dead, whose flesh is half consumed when he comes out of his mother's womb!

even moreso those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the grass!

You correct a man for iniquity with rebukes, and you make his desires vanish away like a moth. Surely every man is vanity. Selah.

Therefore, I will be to Ephraim as a moth, and to the house of Judah as rottenness.