My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped with the skin of my teeth.
And You have plucked me, for it is a witness, and my failure rises up against me, and it answers to my face.
My skin is black on me, and my bones are burned with heat.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and has run afresh.
For my days go up like smoke, and my bones glow like a firebrand.
Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones hold fast to my skin.
I am like a pelican of the wilderness; I am like an owl of the desert.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your anger; nor rest in my bones because of my sin.
He has wasted my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.
Their appearance is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled on their bones; it is dried up; it has become like wood.
Our skin is hot like an oven because of the fever heat of 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 you.