רִמָּה

And they laid it up till the morning, as Moses bade: and it did not stink, neither was there any worm therein.

Thy pomp is brought down to the grave, and the noise of thy viols: the worm is spread under thee, and the worms cover thee.

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

I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.

They shall lie down alike in the dust, and the worms shall cover them.

The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.

How much less man, that is a worm? and the son of man, which is a worm?