"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."
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So they two went until they came to Bethlehem. And it came to pass, when they were come to Bethlehem, that all the city was moved about them, and they said, Is this Naomi?
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.
His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.
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.
My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
As many were astonied at thee; his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men:
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.
Before their face the people shall be much pained: all faces shall gather blackness.
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 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.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.
Their face is blacker than night; in the streets no one has knowledge of them: their skin is hanging on their bones, they are dry, they have become like wood.
Their visage is darker than blackness, they are not known in the streets; their skin cleaveth to their bones, it is withered, it is become like a stick.
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.
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.
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 become like a stick.
Darker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in out-places, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered -- it hath been as wood.