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Lamentations 4:8 - Modern English Version

8 Their form is blacker than coal; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin cleaves to their bones, it has become as dry as wood.

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


They saw him from a distance and did not recognize him, so they wept aloud. Each one tore his robe, and they tossed dust into the air above their heads.


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


His flesh is consumed away that it cannot be seen, and his bones that 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 have I not forgotten Your statutes.


For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was turned into the drought of summer.   Selah


There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your indignation, nor is there health in my bones because of my sin.


Just as many were astonished at you, his visage was so marred, more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men;


Our skin is hot as an oven, because of the terrible famine.


Before them, peoples are tormented; every face turns pale.


She is desolate, empty, and waste! Hearts melt away, and knees shake; pain is in all the loins, and all their faces grow pale.


‘Even the dust of your city which clings to us, we wipe off against you. Yet be sure of this, that the kingdom of God has come near to you.’


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