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.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with fever.
For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, yet have I not forgotten Your statutes.
My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
She is desolate, empty, and waste! Hearts melt away, and knees shake; pain is in all the loins, and all their faces grow pale.
Before them, peoples are tormented; every face turns pale.
Just as many were astonished at you, his visage was so marred, more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men;
My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your indignation, nor is there health in my bones because of my sin.
For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was turned into the drought of summer. Selah
His flesh is consumed away that it cannot be seen, and his bones that were not seen stick out.
They saw him from a distance and did not recognize him, so they wept aloud. Each one tore his robe, and they tossed dust into the air above their heads.
‘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.’