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

My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.

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

and say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

They shall lie down alike in the dust, and the worms shall cover them.

But together they lie down in the dust, and worms cover them both.

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.

The womb forgets them; the worm feeds on them; they are remembered no more. So injustice is like a broken tree.

How much less man, that is a worm? and the son of man, which is a worm?

how much less man, who is but a maggot, and the son of man, who is but a worm!”