Our skin was black like an oven, because of the terrible famine.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes.
My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.