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Lamentations 4:8 - Y'all Version Bible

8 Their appearance is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like 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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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

8 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 stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.


When they lifted up their eyes from a distance, and didn’t recognize him, they raised their voices, and wept. They each tore their robes and sprinkled dust on their heads toward the sky.


My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.


His flesh is so consumed away that it can’t be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.


My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.


For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don’t forget your statutes.


For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped as in the heat of summer. Selah.


There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.


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


Our skin is black like an oven, because of the burning heat of famine.


At their presence the peoples are in anguish. All faces have grown pale.


She is empty, void, and waste. The heart melts, the knees knock together, their bodies and faces have grown pale.


‘Even the dust from y’all’s town that clings to our feet, we wipe off against y’all. Yet y’all should know this, that the Empire of God has come near.’


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