Our skin is scorched from fever and hunger.
Now they are blacker than tar, and no one recognizes them; their skin clings to their bones and is drier than firewood.
My skin is so parched, that it peels right off, and my bones are burning.
My life is wasting away like a dried-up wineskin, but I have not forgotten your teachings.
God caused my skin and flesh to waste away, and he crushed my bones.