My flesh is clothed with maggots and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and oozes.

我的肉体以虫子和尘土为衣；我的皮肤才收了口又重新破裂。

我的肉体以虫子和尘土为衣，我的皮肤才收了口又流脓。

我的肉体以虫子和尘土为衣，我的皮肤才收了口又流脓。

我身上布满蛆虫、伤疤，皮肤破裂，流脓不止。

我的肉体以虫子和土块为衣裳，我的皮肤裂开又流脓。

我的肉體以蟲子和塵土為衣；我的皮膚才收了口又重新破裂。

我的肉體以蟲子和塵土為衣，我的皮膚才收了口又流膿。

我的肉體以蟲子和塵土為衣，我的皮膚才收了口又流膿。

我身上佈滿蛆蟲、傷疤，皮膚破裂，流膿不止。

我的肉體以蟲子和土塊為衣裳，我的皮膚裂開又流膿。

我的肉身披戴着蛆蟲和塵土塊；我的爛皮才結了痂，又再流膿。

我體被蛆與土、膚既合而復裂、

我肉生蛆、蒙以塵埃、膚雖痊、膿復出。

我徧身被蟲蒙埃、膚裂膿出、膚裂膿出或作膚始愈膿復流

My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.

My body is covered with worms and sores. My skin is broken. It has boils all over it.

My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.

My body is covered with maggots and scabs. My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.

My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt. My skin forms scabs and then oozes.

My flesh is caked with worms and dust, My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.

My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt. My skin forms scabs and then oozes.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

Your pride and the music of your harps Have been brought down to Sheol; Maggots are spread out as your bed beneath you And worms are your covering.’

If I call to the grave,‘ You are my father’; To the maggot,‘ my mother and my sister’;

Then Satan went out from the presence of the Lord and struck Job with severe boils from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.And Job took a piece of pottery to scrape himself while he was sitting in the ashes.

And there you will remember your ways and all your deeds by which you have defiled yourselves; and you will loathe yourselves in your own sight for all the evil things that you have done.

My wounds grow foul and fester Because of my foolishness.I am bent over and greatly bowed down; I go in mourning all day long.For my sides are filled with burning, And there is no healthy part in my flesh.

Then You would plunge me into the pit, And my own clothes would loathe me.

“ Then they will go out and look At the corpses of the people Who have rebelled against Me. For their worm will not die And their fire will not be extinguished; And they will be an abhorrence to all mankind.”

And immediately an angel of the Lord struck him because he did not give God the glory, and he was eaten by worms and died.

Even after my skin is destroyed, Yet from my flesh I will see God,

From the sole of the foot even to the head There is nothing healthy in it, Only bruises, slashes, and raw wounds; Not pressed out nor bandaged, Nor softened with oil.

By a great force my garment is distorted; It ties me up like the collar of my coat.He has thrown me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.

A mother will forget him; The maggot feeds sweetly until he is no longer remembered. And injustice will be broken like a tree.