Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Beth My flesh and my skin he has made old; he has broken my bones.
Cheth Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets; their skin cleaves to their bones; it is withered; it is dry like a stick.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
For I am become like a wine skin in the smoke; yet I have not forgotten thy statutes.
And the famine was sore in the land.