My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my skin.
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.
Our skin was black like an oven Because of the terrible famine.
My flesh and my skin hath he made old; He hath broken my bones.
For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned as an hearth.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; Neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
My skin is black upon me, And my bones are burned with heat.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin is broken, and become loathsome.
Even the very dust of your city, which cleaveth on us, we do wipe off against you: notwithstanding be ye sure of this, that the kingdom of God is come nigh unto you.
And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: And my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert.