Lamentations 5:10

New King James Version

Our skin is hot as an oven, Because of the fever of famine.

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Now their appearance is blacker than soot; They go unrecognized in the streets; Their skin clings to their bones, It has become as dry as wood.

My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever.

For I have become like a wineskin in smoke, Yet I do not forget Your statutes.

He has aged my flesh and my skin, And broken my bones.