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

My bones are pierced in me at night, and my gnawing pains take no rest.

He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

Before their face the people writhe in pain; all faces gather heat.

She is empty, desolate, and waste. And the heart is melted, and the knees knocking; and trembling is in all the loins; and all of their faces are flushed.

How the gold has become dim; the fine gold has changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street.

The precious sons of Zion, weighed against refined gold, are counted as earthen vessels, the work of the hands of the potter!

So the two of them went until they came to Bethlehem. And it happened, when they had come to Bethlehem, that all the city was in a stir because of them; and they said, Is this Naomi?

And she said to them, Do not call me Naomi; call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me.

And when they lifted up their eyes from afar, and did not recognize him, they lifted up their voices and wept; and each one tore his robe and sprinkled dust on their heads toward the heavens.

Just as many were astonished at You (His appearance was disfigured more than any man, and His form more than the sons of mankind);

My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

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

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.

For I have become like a wineskin in smoke, yet I do not forget Your Statutes.