Job 30:18

Yahweh will strike you in the knees and in the legs with a sore boil, of which you cannot be healed, from the sole of your foot to the crown of your head.

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

His flesh is so consumed away that it can’t be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.

Now in all Israel there was no one to be so much praised as Absalom for his beauty. From the sole of his foot even to the crown of his head there was no defect in him.

if I have said to corruption, ‘You are my father;’ to the worm, ‘My mother,’ and ‘My sister,’

My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness in it: wounds, welts, and open sores. They haven’t been closed, bandaged, or soothed with oil.

Your pomp is brought down to Sheol, with the sound of your stringed instruments. Maggots are spread out under you, and worms cover you.

Their appearance is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.

Cain left Yahweh’s presence, and lived in the land of Nod, east of Eden.

It shall become small dust over all the land of Egypt, and shall be a boils and blisters breaking out on man and on animal, throughout all the land of Egypt.”

Yahweh will strike you with the boils of Egypt, with the tumors, with the scurvy, and with the itch, of which you can not be healed.

So Satan went out from the presence of Yahweh, and struck Job with painful sores from the sole of his foot to his head.

You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.

They have all gone aside. They have together become corrupt. There is no one who does good, no, not one.

By reason of the exceeding greatness of the revelations, that I should not be exalted excessively, a thorn in the flesh was given to me: a messenger of Satan to torment me, that I should not be exalted excessively.

“When the body has a boil on its skin, and it has healed,

Yahweh said to him, ‘How?’ He said, ‘I will go out and will be a lying spirit in the mouth of all his prophets.’ He said, ‘You will entice him, and will also prevail. Go out and do so.’

He took for himself a potsherd to scrape himself with, and he sat among the ashes.

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

For he breaks me with a storm, and multiplies my wounds without cause.

If the scourge kills suddenly, he will mock at the trial of the innocent.

yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes will abhor me.

You also put my feet in the stocks, and mark all my paths. You set a bound to the soles of my feet,

But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns.”

God delivers me to the ungodly, and casts me into the hands of the wicked.

He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. He has plucked my hope up like a tree.

My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

After my skin is destroyed, then I will see God in my flesh,

His bones are full of his youth, but youth will lie down with him in the dust.

The womb will forget him. The worm will feed sweetly on him. He will be no more remembered. Unrighteousness will be broken as a tree.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am faint. Yahweh, heal me, for my bones are troubled.

When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

My wounds are loathsome and corrupt because of my foolishness.

For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.

“An evil disease”, they say, “has afflicted him. Now that he lies he shall rise up no more.”

God, you know my foolishness. My sins aren’t hidden from you.

He split the sea, and caused them to pass through. He made the waters stand as a heap.

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

My knees are weak through fasting. My body is thin and lacks fat.

therefore the Lord brings sores on the crown of the head of the women of Zion, and Yahweh will make their scalps bald.”

“They will go out, and look at the dead bodies of the men who have transgressed against me; for their worm will not die, nor will their fire be quenched, and they will be loathsome to all mankind.”

Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there? Why then isn’t the health of the daughter of my people recovered?

He has made my flesh and my skin old. He has broken my bones.

Our skin is black like an oven, because of the burning heat of famine.

There you will remember your ways, and all your deeds in which you have polluted yourselves. Then you will loathe yourselves in your own sight for all your evils that you have committed.

But Jonah rose up to flee to Tarshish from the presence of Yahweh. He went down to Joppa, and found a ship going to Tarshish; so he paid its fare, and went down into it, to go with them to Tarshish from the presence of Yahweh.

“Lord, have mercy on my son, for he is epileptic, and suffers grievously; for he often falls into the fire, and often into the water.

Behold, there was a woman who had a spirit of infirmity eighteen years. She was bent over, and could in no way straighten herself up.

A certain beggar, named Lazarus, was taken to his gate, full of sores,

Immediately an angel of the Lord struck him, because he didn’t give God the glory. Then he was eaten by worms and died.

and they blasphemed the God of heaven because of their pains and their sores. They didn’t repent of their works.

“That servant came, and told his lord these things. Then the master of the house, being angry, said to his servant, ‘Go out quickly into the streets and lanes of the city, and bring in the poor, maimed, blind, and lame.’