I am nothing but skin and bones; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
You have made me thin and weak, and this shows I have done wrong.
My skin has become black and peels off, as my body burns with fever.
My body is covered with worms and scabs, and my skin is broken and full of sores.
My life is passing away like smoke, and my bones are burned up with fire.
Because of my grief, my skin hangs on my bones.
I am like a desert owl, like an owl living among the ruins.
My body is sick from your punishment. Even my bones are not healthy because of my sin.
He wore out my flesh and skin and broke my bones.
But now they are blacker than coal, and no one recognizes them in the streets. Their skin hangs on their bones; it is as dry as wood.
Our skin is hot like an oven; we burn with starvation.
‘Even the dirt from your town that sticks to our feet we wipe off against you. But remember that the kingdom of God is near.’