1. Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
2. As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
3. So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4. When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
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.
7. O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
8. The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9. As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
10. He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11. Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12. Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
13. When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
14. Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
15. So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16. I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17. What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
18. And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
19. How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
20. I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
21. And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.

Job 2:7 So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

Job 2:8 And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes.

Job 17:14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

Job 19:26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:

Job 24:20 The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.

Job 30:18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

Job 30:19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

Psalms 38:5 My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.

Isaiah 1:6 From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.

Isaiah 14:11 Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and the worms cover thee.

Acts 12:23 And immediately the angel of the Lord smote him, because he gave not God the glory: and he was eaten of worms, and gave up the ghost.