¹⁰ Our skin as an oven hath been burning, Because of the raging of the famine.

⁸ Darker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in out-places, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered -- it hath been as wood.

³⁰ My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,

⁴ He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.

⁸³ For I have been as a bottle in smoke, Thy statutes I have not forgotten.