Our skin is hot like an oven because of the fever heat of famine.
My skin is black on me, and my bones are burned with heat.
For I am like a wineskin in the smoke; I do not forget Your Precepts.
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.