⁸ Now their appearance is blacker than soot;
They go unrecognized in the streets;
^(A)Their skin clings to their bones,
It has become as dry as wood.

³ For my days ^[a]are ^(A)consumed like smoke,
And my bones are burned like a hearth.

¹⁰ Our skin is hot as an oven,
Because of the fever of famine.

⁴ He has aged ^(A)my flesh and my skin,
And ^(B)broken my bones.