Lamentations 4:8
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.
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Cross references
- Lamentations 5:10 Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.
- Job 30:30 My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
- Psalm 102:3–5 For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand. My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread. By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.