Lamentations 4:8

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

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

For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread. By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

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

As many were astonied at thee; his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men:

And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept; and they rent every one his mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.

My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest. By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.

Before their face the people shall be much pained: all faces shall gather blackness.

How is the gold become dim! how is the most fine gold changed! the stones of the sanctuary are poured out in the top of every street. The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

She is empty, and void, and waste: and the heart melteth, and the knees smite together, and much pain is in all loins, and the faces of them all gather blackness.

My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.

For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

So they two went until they came to Beth–lehem. And it came to pass, when they were come to Beth–lehem, that all the city was moved about them, and they said, Is this Naomi? And she said unto them, Call me not Naomi, call me Mara: for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly with me.