So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.

I will be like a moth to Ephraim, like wood rot to the house of Judah.

A noble wife is the crown of her husband, but the wife who acts shamefully is like rottenness in his bones.

A tranquil spirit revives the body, but envy is rottenness to the bones.

I listened and my stomach churned; the sound made my lips quiver. My frame went limp, as if my bones were decaying, and I shook as I tried to walk. I long for the day of distress to come upon the people who attack us.