"My boneclingsto my skinand my flesh,And I have escaped[only] by the skinof my teeth.
"You have shriveledme up, It has becomea witness;And my leannessrisesup against me, It testifiesto my face.
"My skinturnsblackon me, And my bonesburnwith fever.
"My fleshis clothedwith wormsand a crustof dirt,My skinhardensand runs.
For my dayshave beenconsumedin smoke,And my boneshave been scorchedlike a hearth.
Becauseof the loudnessof my groaningMy bonesclingto my flesh.
I resemblea pelicanof the wilderness;I have becomelike an owlof the wasteplaces.
Thereis nosoundnessin my fleshbecauseof Your indignation;Thereis nohealthin my bonesbecauseof my sin.
He has caused my fleshand my skinto wasteaway,He has brokenmy bones.
Their appearanceis blackerthansoot,They are not recognizedin the streets;Their skinis shriveledon their bones,It is withered,it has becomelike wood.
Our skinhas becomeas hotas an oven,Becauseof the burningheatof famine.
Eventhe dustof your citywhich clingsto our feetwe wipe off[in protest] against you; yetbe sureof this,that the kingdomof Godhas come near.'
