Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.
My skin is black on me, and my bones are burned with heat.
For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget your statutes.
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.