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Lamentations 4:8 - Revised Standard Version

Now their visage is blacker than soot, they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled upon their bones, it has become as dry as wood.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Their visage is blacker than a coal; They are not known in the streets: Their skin cleaveth to their bones; It is withered, it is become like a stick.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

[Prolonged famine has made] them look blacker than soot and darkness; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones; it is withered and it has become [dry] like a stick.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: Their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.

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Common English Bible

But their appearance grew darker than soot; they weren’t recognized in the streets. Their skin shriveled on their bones; it became dry like wood.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

HETH. Their face has been blacked more than coals, and they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has adhered to their bones; it dried out and became like wood.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

Heth. Their face is now made blacker than coals and they are not known in the streets: their skin hath stuck to their bones: it is withered and is become like wood.

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Lamentations 4:8
17 Tagairtí Cros  

My bones cleave to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.


And when they saw him from afar, they did not recognize him; and they raised their voices and wept; and they rent their robes and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.


My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.


His flesh is so wasted away that it cannot be seen; and his bones which were not seen stick out.


My days are like an evening shadow; I wither away like grass.


For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, yet I have not forgotten thy statutes.


For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me; my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Selah


There is no soundness in my flesh because of thy indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.


As many were astonished at him — his appearance was so marred, beyond human semblance, and his form beyond that of the sons of men—


Our skin is hot as an oven with the burning heat of famine.


Before them peoples are in anguish, all faces grow pale.


Desolate! Desolation and ruin! Hearts faint and knees tremble, anguish is on all loins, all faces grow pale!


‘Even the dust of your town that clings to our feet, we wipe off against you; nevertheless know this, that the kingdom of God has come near.’