Our skin is hot as an oven with the burning 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 thy statutes.
He has made my flesh and my skin waste away, and broken my bones;
Now their visage is blacker than soot, they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled upon their bones, it has become as dry as wood.