Our skin is hot like an oven; we burn with starvation.
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.
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.