Lamentations 4:8
Their appearance is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: Their skin clings to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
Their appearance is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: Their skin clings to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
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9We get our bread at the peril of our lives, Because of the sword of the wilderness.
10Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.
11They ravished the women in Zion, The virgins in the cities of Judah.
30My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
5Those who did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: Those who were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.
6For the iniquity of the daughter of my people is greater than the sin of Sodom, That was overthrown as in a moment, and no hands were laid on her.
7Her nobles were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk; They were more ruddy in body than rubies, their polishing was as of sapphire.
21His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
6At their presence the peoples are in anguish. All faces have grown pale.
16Which are black by reason of the ice, in which the snow hides itself.
17In the dry season, they vanish. When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
5I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.
6Don't stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven't kept my own vineyard.
9Those who are killed with the sword are better than those who are killed with hunger; For these pine away, stricken through, for want of the fruits of the field.
10She is empty, void, and waste. The heart melts, the knees knock together, their bodies and faces have grown pale.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
11His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
18They shall also clothe themselves with sackcloth, and horror shall cover them; and shame shall be on all faces, and baldness on all their heads.
2You who hate the good, and love the evil; who tear off their skin, and their flesh from off their bones;
3who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them, and break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron.
7Their eyes bulge with fat. Their minds pass the limits of conceit.
9The look of their faces testify against them. They parade their sin like Sodom. They don't hide it. Woe to their soul! For they have brought disaster upon themselves.
16In the dark they dig through houses. They shut themselves up in the daytime. They don't know the light.
17For the morning is to all of them like thick darkness, for they know the terrors of the thick darkness.
21For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay has taken hold on me.
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
3They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
5Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own. Let a cloud dwell on it. Let all that makes black the day terrify it.
14They wander as blind men in the streets, they are polluted with blood, So that men can't touch their garments.
22and look to the earth, and see distress, darkness, and the gloom of anguish. They will be driven into thick darkness.
6From the sole of the foot even to the head there is no soundness in it: wounds, welts, and open sores. They haven't been closed, neither bandaged, neither soothed with oil.
7Your country is desolate. Your cities are burned with fire. Strangers devour your land in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
14Behold, they shall be as stubble; the fire shall burn them; they shall not deliver themselves from the power of the flame: it shall not be a coal to warm at, nor a fire to sit before.
7He has laid my vine waste, and stripped my fig tree. He has stripped its bark, and thrown it away. Its branches are made white.
12Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.
14They meet with darkness in the day time, and grope at noonday as in the night.
17that they may want bread and water, and be dismayed one with another, and pine away in their iniquity.
10So that they go around naked without clothing. Being hungry, they carry the sheaves.
11They make oil within the walls of these men. They tread wine presses, and suffer thirst.
23The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
30and shall cause their voice to be heard over you, and shall cry bitterly, and shall cast up dust on their heads, they shall wallow themselves in the ashes:
7"As when one plows and breaks up the earth, our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol."
23Let their eyes be darkened, so that they can't see. Let their backs be continually bent.
20Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.
8You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
14They die in youth. Their life perishes among the unclean.
16Their quiver is an open tomb, they are all mighty men.
9Strangers have devoured his strength, and he doesn't realize it. Indeed, gray hairs are here and there on him, and he doesn't realize it.