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.
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.