My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

Why do you persecute me as the Mighty God does, and are not satisfied with my flesh?

and after my skin has been struck off from my flesh, I shall see God:

Man is also chastened with pain on his bed, and with perpetual strife in his bones,

His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones which once were not seen are laid bare.

The wicked is cast down in his wickedness, but the righteous has refuge in his death.

And being in torments in Hades, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.

Then he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.