My bones cling to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
Lamentations 4:8 - Tree of Life Version 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. Tuilleadh leaganachaKing 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. |
My bones cling to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
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.
His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones, once unseen, now stick out.
because of Your indignation and wrath, for You have picked me up and tossed me aside.
Though I became like a wineskin dried in smoke, I do not forget Your decrees.
For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me. My strength was drained as in the droughts of summer. Selah
For Your arrows have sunk deep into me and Your hand has pressed down on me.
Just as many were appalled at You— His appearance was disfigured more than any man, His form more than the sons of men.
Plunder the silver! Plunder the gold! For there is no end of treasure— glory from everything precious.
‘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.’