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.

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

³ For my days disappear like smoke,
    and my bones burn like red-hot coals.
⁴ My heart is sick, withered like grass,
    and I have lost my appetite.
⁵ Because of my groaning,
    I am reduced to skin and bones.

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

²⁰ I have been reduced to skin and bones
    and have escaped death by the skin of my teeth.

¹⁰ Soon the city is plundered, empty, and ruined.
    Hearts melt and knees shake.
The people stand aghast,
    their faces pale and trembling.

⁶ Fear grips all the people;
    every face grows pale with terror.

² See how the precious children of Jerusalem,^[a]
    worth their weight in fine gold,
are now treated like pots of clay
    made by a common potter.