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Lamentations 4:8 - King James 2000

8 Their appearance is now blacker than coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaves to their bones; it is withered, it has become like a dry stick.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

8 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

8 [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)

8 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

8 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

8 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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Lamentations 4:8
17 Tagairtí Cros  

My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.


And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept; and they tore every one his mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.


My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.


His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen now stick out.


My days are like a shadow that declines; and I am withered like grass.


For I am become like a wineskin in the smoke; yet do I not forget your statutes.


For day and night your hand was heavy upon me: my strength is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of your anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.


As many were astonished at you; so his appearance was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men:


Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.


Before their face the people shall be in great pain: all faces are drained of color.


She is empty, and void, and waste: and the heart melts, and the knees strike together, and much pain is on all sides, and the faces of them all grow pale.


Even the very dust of your city, which cleaves on us, we do wipe off against you: nevertheless be sure of this, that the kingdom of God has come near unto you.


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