Our skinhas becomeas hotas an oven,Becauseof the burningheatof famine.
"My skinturnsblackon me, And my bonesburnwith fever.
ThoughI have becomelike a wineskinin the smoke,I do not forgetYour statutes.
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.
