Our skin has become as hot as an oven, Because of the burning heat of scarcity of food.
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.
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.