My skin has grown black on me; my bones are burned with dryness.

Man is also chastened with pain on his bed, and with perpetual strife in his bones,

His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones which once were not seen are laid bare.

I am poured out like water, and all My bones are separated; My heart is like wax, it has melted within Me.

For dogs have surrounded Me; the congregation of the wicked have enclosed Me. They have pierced My hands and My feet.

When I kept silent, my bones wore out through my roaring all day long.

For by day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; my sap was turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your anger, nor peace within myself because of my sin.

For my days have vanished like smoke, and my bones are burned like a firebrand.

Because of the sound of my groaning my bones cling to my skin.

Their appearance is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled on their bones; it is dried up; it has become like wood.

So Satan answered Jehovah and said, Skin for skin! Yea, all that a man has he will give for his soul.

And Jehovah said to Satan, Behold, he is in your hand, but keep his soul alive.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods, my skin is hardened and cracked and oozes.

He has wasted my flesh and my skin; He has broken my bones.

Our skin is hot like an oven because of the burning heat of famine.