Our skin is hot like an oven; we burn with starvation.
My skin has become black and peels off, as my body burns with fever.
Even though I am like a wine bag going up in smoke, I do not forget your demands.
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.