My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a firebrand.
By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
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 cleaves to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.
'Even the dust from your city that clings to us, we wipe off against you. Nevertheless know this, that the Kingdom of God has come near to you.'