My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
You have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me; and my leanness has risen up and bears witness to my face.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with fever.
My flesh is covered with worms and caked with dirt; my skin is broken, and has become loathsome.
For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
Because of the sound of my groaning my bones cling to my skin.
I am like an owl of the wilderness; like an owl of the desert.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your indignation, nor is there health in my bones because of my sin.
My flesh and my skin He has made waste away; He has broken my bones;
Their form is blacker than coal; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin cleaves to their bones, it has become as dry as wood.
Our skin is hot as an oven, because of the terrible famine.
‘Even the dust of your city which clings to us, we wipe off against you. Yet be sure of this, that the kingdom of God has come near to you.’