Rotten

So man wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.

He regards iron as straw and bronze as rotten wood.

I had planted you like a choice vine from the very best seed. How could you turn yourself before Me into a rotten, wild vine?

…this is what the LORD of Hosts says: “I will send against them sword and famine and plague, and I will make them like rotten figs, so bad they cannot be eaten.