My bone cleaves to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Because of the voice of my groaning my bones cling to my flesh.
Their visage is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.
Our skin is black like an oven, because of the burning heat of famine.
He has made my flesh and my skin old. He has broken my bones.
For my days consume away like smoke, and my bones are burned as a firebrand.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation, nor is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
My skin is black, [and falls] from me. And my bones are burned with heat.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
Even the dust that clings on us from your city, we wipe off against you. Nevertheless know ye this, that the kingdom of God has come near to you.
And thou have laid fast hold on me, [which] is a witness [against me]. And my leanness rises up against me; it testifies to my face.
I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.