So Satan went out from the presence of Jehovah, and struck Job with malignant inflammation from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods, my skin is hardened and cracked and oozes.

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

My wounds have stunk and festered, because of my foolishness.

Why will you be stricken any more? Will you rebel more and more? The whole head is sick, and the whole heart is faint.

From the sole of the foot even to the head, there is no soundness in it; only wounds and bruises and fresh stripes; they have not been closed nor bound up, nor has it been softened with oil.