Job 2:7

Now in all Israel was no one as handsome as Absalom, so highly praised; from the sole of his foot to the top of his head there was no defect in him.

“My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt; My skin scabs over and flows out again.

While I am decaying like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

“By a great force my garment is distorted; It seizes me about as the collar of my tunic.

“My skin turns black on me, And my bones burn with fever.

From the sole of the foot even to the head There is nothing sound in it, Only bruises, wounds, and raw wounds, Not pressed out, not bandaged, Not softened with oil.