Our skin heats up like an oven, from the searing blasts of famine.
My blackened skin falls away from me; my very frame is scorched by the heat.
I am like a wineskin shriveled by smoke, but I have not forgotten your statutes.
He has worn away my flesh and my skin, he has broken my bones;
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.