My flesh is clothed with worms
His flesh is clothed with worms and dirt, and his skin hardens and then breaks out again.
This verse gives a vivid picture of the bodily decay he endures.
1“Is not man consigned to labor on earth? 2Like a slave he longs for shade; 3So I am allotted months of futility, 4When I lie down I think: 5My flesh is clothed with worms 6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; 7Remember that my life is but a breath. 8The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. 9As a cloud vanishes and is gone, 10He never returns to his house; 11Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; 12Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, 13When I think my bed will comfort me 14then You frighten me with dreams 15so that I would prefer strangling and death 16I loathe my life! I would not live forever. 17What is man that You should exalt him, 18that You attend to him every morning, 19Will You never look away from me, 20If I have sinned, what have I done to You, 21Why do You not pardon my transgression