Our skin is as hot as an oven from the burning heat of starvation.
My skin turns dark and peels. My body burns with fever.
Although I have become like a shriveled and dried out wineskin, I have not forgotten your laws.
He has made my flesh and my skin waste away. He has broken my bones.
Their faces are ⌞now⌟ blacker than soot. No one recognizes them on the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones. It has become as dry as bark.