Job 19:20
My skin and flesh cling to my bones; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
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- Psalm 102:5 Through my loud groaning my skin hangs on my bones.
- Lamentations 4:8 But now their appearance is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as a stick.
- Job 33:19–21 A man is also chastened on his bed with pain and constant distress in his bones, so that he detests his bread, and his soul loathes his favorite food. His flesh wastes away from sight, and his hidden bones protrude.