²⁰ My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

⁵ By reason of the voice of my groaning, My bones stick to my skin.

⁸ Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: Their skin cleaves to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.

¹⁹ He is chastened also with pain on his bed, With continual strife in his bones;

²⁰ So that his life abhors bread, And his soul dainty food.

²¹ His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen; His bones that were not seen stick out.

²² Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, And his life to the destroyers.

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

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

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

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

³ When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

⁴ For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.

¹⁴ I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶ For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evil-doers have enclosed me. They pierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁷ I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.

³⁰ My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

⁴ Satan answered Yahweh, and said, "Skin for skin. Yes, all that a man has will he give for his life.

⁵ But put forth your hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will renounce you to your face."

⁶ Yahweh said to Satan, "Behold, he is in your hand. Only spare his life."