²⁰ My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

⁵ By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.

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

¹⁹ He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:

²⁰ So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat.

²¹ His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.

²² Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his life to the destroyers.

¹⁰ Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.

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

³ For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

³ There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

³ When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

⁴ For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

¹⁴ I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶ For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.

¹⁷ I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.