Now their appearance is blacker than soot, they go unrecognized in the streets; Their skin has shrunk on their bones, and become dry as wood.
My bones cling to my skin, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
But when, at a distance, they lifted up their eyes and did not recognize him, they began to weep aloud; they tore their cloaks and threw dust into the air over their heads.
My blackened skin falls away from me; my very frame is scorched by the heat.
His flesh is wasted, it cannot be seen; bones, once invisible, appear;
Because of your furious wrath, you lifted me up just to cast me down.
I am like a wineskin shriveled by smoke, but I have not forgotten your statutes.
For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength withered as in dry summer heat. Selah
Your arrows have sunk deep in me; your hand has come down upon me.
Even as many were amazed at him— so marred were his features, beyond that of mortals his appearance, beyond that of human beings—
Our skin heats up like an oven, from the searing blasts of famine.
Before them peoples tremble, every face turns pale.
“Plunder the silver, plunder the gold!” There is no end to the treasure, to wealth in every precious thing!
‘The dust of your town that clings to our feet, even that we shake off against you.’ Yet know this: the kingdom of God is at hand.