⁸ Their face is blacker than night; in the streets no one has knowledge of them: their skin is hanging on their bones, they are dry, they have become like wood.

¹⁰ Our skin is heated like an oven because of our burning heat from need of food.

³ My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.

⁴ My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.

⁵ Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.

³⁰ My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.

⁸³ For I have become like a wine-skin black with smoke; but I still keep the memory of your rules.

²⁰ My bones are joined to my skin, and I have got away with my flesh in my teeth.

¹⁰ Take silver, take gold; for there is no end to the store; take for yourselves a weight of things to be desired.

⁶ At their coming the people are bent with pain: all faces become red together.

¹ How dark has the gold become! how changed the best gold! the stones of the holy place are dropping out at the top of every street.

² The valued sons of Zion, whose price was the best gold, are looked on as vessels of earth, the work of the hands of the potter!

¹⁴ As peoples were surprised at him, And his face was not beautiful, so as to be desired: his face was so changed by disease as to be unlike that of a man, and his form was no longer that of the sons of men.

¹¹ My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.

³ My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.

⁴ For the weight of your hand was on me day and night; my body became dry like the earth in summer. (Selah.)

²¹ His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...

¹⁷ The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.

¹⁸ With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.

¹⁹ Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.

¹² And lifting up their eyes when they were still far off, it did not seem that the man they saw was Job because of the change in him. And they gave way to bitter weeping, with signs of grief, and put dust on their heads.

¹⁹ So the two of them went on till they came to Beth-lehem. And when they came to Beth-lehem all the town was moved about them, and they said, Is this Naomi?

²⁰ And she said to them, Do not let my name be Naomi, but Mara, for the Ruler of all has given me a bitter fate.