Job 4:15

4:15 Then a breath of air passes by my face;

it makes the hair of my flesh stand up.

Job 6:12

6:12 Is my strength like that of stones?

or is my flesh made of bronze?

Job 7:5

7:5 My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs;

my skin is broken and festering.

Job 13:14

13:14 Why do I put myself in peril,

and take my life in my hands?