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 7:5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

Job 7:15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

Job 9:31 Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.