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

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.

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

⁴ My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.

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