Lamentations 5:10

Modern English Version

Our skin is hot as an oven, because of the terrible famine.

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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 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.