My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my flesh.
Now their face is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as wood.
Our skin is hot as an oven with the burning heat of famine.
He has made my flesh and my skin waste away; he has broken my bones;
For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.
My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.
‘Even the dust of your town that clings to our feet we wipe off against you. Nevertheless know this, that the kingdom of God has come near.’
And he has shriveled me up, which is a witness against me, and my leanness has risen up against me; it testifies to my face.
I am like a desert owl of the wilderness, like an owl of the waste places;