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.
My skin has turned black on me; my bones burn with heat.
Though I became like a wineskin dried in smoke, I do not forget Your decrees.
My bones cling to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! For there is no end of treasure— glory from everything precious.
Before them peoples are in anguish. All faces become ashen gray.
Just as many were appalled at You— His appearance was disfigured more than any man, His form more than the sons of men.
because of Your indignation and wrath, for You have picked me up and tossed me aside.
For Your arrows have sunk deep into me and Your hand has pressed down on me.
For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me. My strength was drained as in the droughts of summer. Selah
His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones, once unseen, now stick out.
But when they saw him from a distance they did not recognize him, and they raised their voices and wept. Each one tore his robe and threw dust into the air onto their heads.
‘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.’