5 My body is clothed with worms and scabs,

my skin is broken and festering.

6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

and they come to an end without hope.

5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;

My skin is broken, and become loathsome.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

And are spent without hope.

5 My body is covered with maggots and scabs.

My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.

6 “My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle.

They end without hope.

5 My flesh is caked with worms and dust,

My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.

6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

And are spent without hope.

5 My body is covered with worms and scabs,

and my skin is broken and full of sores.

6 “My days go by faster than a weaver’s tool,

and they come to an end without hope.

5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;

My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

And are spent without hope.

5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates. 6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

5 My body is covered with maggots and scabs. 

My skin is crusted over with sores; then they ooze. 

6 My days go swifter than a weaver’s shuttle. 

They are spent without hope. 

5 My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt.

My skin forms scabs and then oozes.

6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle;

they come to an end without hope.

5 My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt;

my skin hardens, then breaks out again.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

and come to their end without hope.

5 My body is clothed with maggots and clods of dust;

my skin hardens, then it gives way again.

6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

and they come to an end without hope.

5 My body is covered with worms and sores.

My skin is broken. It has boils all over it.

6 “My days pass by faster than a weaver can work.

They come to an end. I don’t have any hope.

5 “My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt,

My skin hardens and runs.

6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

And come to an end without hope.