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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9 We get our bread at the peril of our lives, Because of the sword of the wilderness.
10 Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.
11 They ravished the women in Zion, The virgins in the cities of Judah.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
5 Those who did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: Those who were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.
6 For 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.
7 Her nobles were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk; They were more ruddy in body than rubies, their polishing was as of sapphire.
21 His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
6 At their presence the peoples are in anguish. All faces have grown pale.
16 Which are black by reason of the ice, in which the snow hides itself.
17 In the dry season, they vanish. When it is hot, they are consumed out of their place.
5 I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar's tents, like Solomon's curtains.
6 Don'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.
9 Those 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.
10 She is empty, void, and waste. The heart melts, the knees knock together, their bodies and faces have grown pale.
5 By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
11 His head is like the purest gold. His hair is bushy, black as a raven.
18 They shall also clothe themselves with sackcloth, and horror shall cover them; and shame shall be on all faces, and baldness on all their heads.
2 You who hate the good, and love the evil; who tear off their skin, and their flesh from off their bones;
3 who 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.
7 Their eyes bulge with fat. Their minds pass the limits of conceit.
9 The 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.
16 In the dark they dig through houses. They shut themselves up in the daytime. They don't know the light.
17 For the morning is to all of them like thick darkness, for they know the terrors of the thick darkness.
21 For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay has taken hold on me.
4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
3 They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
5 Let 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.
14 They wander as blind men in the streets, they are polluted with blood, So that men can't touch their garments.
22 and look to the earth, and see distress, darkness, and the gloom of anguish. They will be driven into thick darkness.
6 From 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.
7 Your country is desolate. Your cities are burned with fire. Strangers devour your land in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.
14 Behold, 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.
7 He has laid my vine waste, and stripped my fig tree. He has stripped its bark, and thrown it away. Its branches are made white.
12 Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.
14 They meet with darkness in the day time, and grope at noonday as in the night.
17 that they may want bread and water, and be dismayed one with another, and pine away in their iniquity.
10 So that they go around naked without clothing. Being hungry, they carry the sheaves.
11 They make oil within the walls of these men. They tread wine presses, and suffer thirst.
23 The flakes of his flesh are joined together. They are firm on him. They can't be moved.
30 and 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."
23 Let their eyes be darkened, so that they can't see. Let their backs be continually bent.
20 Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.
8 You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me. My leanness rises up against me. It testifies to my face.
14 They die in youth. Their life perishes among the unclean.
16 Their quiver is an open tomb, they are all mighty men.
9 Strangers 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.