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

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.

³⁰ My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

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

⁸³ For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes.