My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
Lamentations 4:8 - The Scriptures 2009 Their appearance has become blacker than soot; They have become unrecognised in the streets; Their skin has shrivelled on their bones, It has become dry, it has become as wood. Dugang nga mga bersyonKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Their visage is blacker than a coal; They are not known in the streets: Their skin cleaveth to their bones; It is withered, it is become like a stick. Amplified Bible - Classic Edition [Prolonged famine has made] them look blacker than soot and darkness; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones; it is withered and it has become [dry] like a stick. American Standard Version (1901) Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: Their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick. Common English Bible But their appearance grew darker than soot; they weren’t recognized in the streets. Their skin shriveled on their bones; it became dry like wood. Catholic Public Domain Version HETH. Their face has been blacked more than coals, and they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has adhered to their bones; it dried out and became like wood. Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version Heth. Their face is now made blacker than coals and they are not known in the streets: their skin hath stuck to their bones: it is withered and is become like wood. |
My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
And they lifted up their eyes from a distance, and did not recognise him, and they lifted their voices and wept. And each one tore his robe and sprinkled dust on his head toward the heavens.
His flesh wastes away, and his bones which were not seen stick out.
My days are like a shadow that lengthens, And I wither away like grass.
For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, Your laws I have not forgotten.
For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; My sap was turned into the droughts of summer. Selah.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your rage, Nor peace in my bones because of my sin.
As many were astonished at You – so the disfigurement beyond any man’s and His form beyond the sons of men –
Our skin has become as hot as an oven, Because of the burning heat of scarcity of food.
She is empty, even emptiness and waste! And the heart has melted, and the knees have knocked together, and much pain is in all loins, and all their faces have become flushed.
Even the dust of your city which clings to us, we wipe off against you, but know this, that the reign of Elohim has come near to you.’