Our skin is burnt as a furnace, of the face of tempests of hunger.
My skin was made black upon me, and my bones dried for heat.
For I am made as a bouget [or bottle] in frost; I have not forgotten thy justifyings.
He made eld my skin, and my flesh; he all-brake my bones.
The face of them was made blacker than coals, and they were not known in streets; the skin cleaved to their bones, it dried, and was made as a stick.