Our skin was scorched as a furnace from the face of the violent heat of famine.
My skin was black from above me, and my bones burnt from heat
I was as a bottle in smoke; I forgot not thy laws.
He wasted away my flesh and my skin; he broke my bones.
Their form dark above blackness; they were not known in the streets: their skin adhered to their bones; it was dried up, it was as wood.