How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!
Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
Therefore am I unto Ephraim as a moth, and to the house of Judah as rottenness.
but he was rebuked for his own transgression: a dumb ass spake with man's voice and stayed the madness of the prophet.