Our skin is black like an oven, because of the burning heat of famine.
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.
My skin is black, [and falls] from me. And my bones are burned with heat.
For I have become like a wine-skin in the smoke. Yet I do not forget thy statutes.
He has made my flesh and my skin old. He has broken my bones.