Our skin is black as an oven from the scorching heat of famine.
My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.
For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, yet I have not forgotten your statutes.
He has made my flesh and my skin waste away; he has broken my bones;
Now their visage is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as wood.