My bone sticks to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
And you have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.
My skin is black on me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones stick to my skin.
I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of your anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin sticks to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.
Even the very dust of your city, which sticks on us, we do wipe off against you: notwithstanding be you sure of this, that the kingdom of God is come near to you.