³⁰ My skin has turned dark,
    and my bones burn with fever.

⁸ But now their faces are blacker than soot.
    No one recognizes them in the streets.
Their skin sticks to their bones;
    it is as dry and hard as wood.

³ For my days disappear like smoke,
    and my bones burn like red-hot coals.

¹⁰ The famine has blackened our skin
    as though baked in an oven.

⁴ He has made my skin and flesh grow old.
    He has broken my bones.