My bones cling to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
You have seized me— it has become a witness; my leanness rises against me and testifies to my face.
My skin has turned black on me; my bones burn with heat.
My flesh is clothed with maggots and clods of dirt; My skin is broken and festering.
Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn Your ear to me— in the day I call, answer me quickly.
My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so that I even forget to eat my bread.
Because of the sound of my groaning, my bones cling to my flesh.
For Your arrows have sunk deep into me and Your hand has pressed down on me.
He made my flesh and my skin waste away, broken my bones.
Their form has become darker than soot! They are not recognized in the street. Their skin has shriveled on their bones, withered like a tree.
Our skin is hot as an oven due to fever from famine.
‘Even the dust of your town sticking to our feet, we wipe off as a witness to you. But know this! The kingdom of God has come near.’