By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it binds me about as the collar of my coat.
By the great
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 to his crown.
Job 7:5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
Job 19:20 My bone sticks to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Psalm 38:5 My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
Isaiah 1:5,6 Why should you be stricken any more? you will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint...