Our skin has become as hot as an oven, Because of the burning heat of scarcity of food.
Their appearance has become blacker than soot; They have become unrecognised in the streets; Their skin has shrivelled on their bones, It has become dry, it has become as wood.
My skin became black upon me, and my bones burned with heat.
For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, Your laws I have not forgotten.
He has worn out my flesh and my skin, He has broken my bones.