Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
He hath worn out my flesh and my skin, hath broken my bones;
Darker than a coal, is their visage, They are not known in the streets - Their skin shrivelleth on their bones, is withered, become like a stick.
My skin, turned black, and peeled off me, and, my bones, burned with heat:
Though I have been like a wine-skin in the smoke, thy statutes, have I not forgotten.
But the famine, was severe in the land.