Our skin is hot like an oven. We have a high fever because of our hunger.
But now their faces are blacker than soot. No one even recognizes them in the streets. Their skin is wrinkled over their bones. Their skin is like wood.
My skin is burned and peeling away. My body is hot with fever.
Even when I am like a dried wineskin on the trash pile, I will not forget your laws.
He wore out my flesh and skin. He broke my bones.