³ For my days pass away like smoke,
    and my bones burn like a furnace.^(A)

⁸ Now their visage is blacker than soot;
    they are not recognized in the streets.
Their skin has shriveled on their bones;
    it has become as dry as wood.^(A)

⁴ He has made my flesh and my skin waste away;
    he has broken my bones;^(A)