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.

¹⁰ Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.

³ For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.

⁴ My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.

⁵ By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.

³⁰ My skin is black, `and falleth' from me, And my bones are burned with heat.

⁸³ For I am become like a wine-skin in the smoke; Yet do I not forget thy statutes.

²⁰ My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

¹⁰ She is empty, and void, and waste; and the heart melteth, and the knees smite together, and anguish is in all loins, and the faces of them all are waxed pale.

⁶ At their presence the peoples are in anguish; all faces are waxed pale.

¹ How is the gold become dim! `how' is the most pure gold changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.

² The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, How are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

¹⁴ Like as many were astonished at thee (his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men),

¹¹ My days are like a shadow that declineth; And I am withered like grass.

³ There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

⁴ For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: My moisture was changed `as' with the drought of summer. Selah

²¹ His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.

¹⁷ In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the `pains' that gnaw me take no rest.

¹⁸ By `God's' great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.

¹⁹ He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

¹² And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept; and they rent every one his robe, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.

¹⁹ So they two went until they came to Bethlehem. And it came to pass, when they were come to Bethlehem, that all the city was moved about them, and `the women' said, Is this Naomi?

²⁰ And she said unto them, Call me not Naomi, call me Mara; for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly with me.