Our skin is black like an oven,\par\tab Because of the burning heat of famine.
Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets:\par\tab Their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
My skin is black, {\i and falleth} from me,\par\tab And my bones are burned with heat.
For I am become like a wine-skin in the smoke;\par\tab Yet do I not forget thy statutes.
My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.