Lamentations 5:10
Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.
Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.
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8Servants rule over us: There is none to deliver us out of their hand.
9We get our bread at the peril of our lives, Because of the sword of the wilderness.
8Their 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.
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.
10The hands of the pitiful women have boiled their own children; They were their food in the destruction of the daughter of my people.
30My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
31Therefore my harp has turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.
11They ravished the women in Zion, The virgins in the cities of Judah.
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.
3We are orphans and fatherless; Our mothers are as widows.
4We have drunken our water for money; Our wood is sold to us.
5Our pursuers are on our necks: We are weary, and have no rest.
6We have given the hand to the Egyptians, To the Assyrians, to be satisfied with bread.
3For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.
4My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.
5By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.
20The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.
21For the hurt of the daughter of my people am I hurt: I mourn; dismay has taken hold on me.
6At their presence the peoples are in anguish. All faces have grown pale.
3They are gaunt from lack and famine. They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of waste and desolation.
16Which are black by reason of the ice, in which the snow hides itself.
10She is empty, void, and waste. The heart melts, the knees knock together, their bodies and faces have grown pale.
17For this our heart is faint; For these things our eyes are dim;
20So that his life abhors bread, and his soul dainty food.
21His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
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.
25For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our body clings to the earth.
12This our bread we took hot for our provision out of our houses on the day we went out to go to you; but now, behold, it is dry, and has become moldy.
5Hungry and thirsty, their soul fainted in them.
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.
2Judah mourns, and its gates languish, they sit in black on the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up.
5Yet now our flesh is as the flesh of our brothers, our children as their children. Behold, we bring into bondage our sons and our daughters to be servants, and some of our daughters have been brought into bondage. Neither is it in our power to help it; for other men have our fields and our vineyards."
4My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
13From on high has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them; He has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: He has made me desolate and faint all the day.
6In the fourth month, in the ninth day of the month, the famine was severe in the city, so that there was no bread for the people of the land.
17that they may want bread and water, and be dismayed one with another, and pine away in their iniquity.
10We grope for the wall like the blind; yes, we grope as those who have no eyes: we stumble at noonday as in the twilight; among those who are lusty we are as dead men.
24We have heard its report; our hands wax feeble: anguish has taken hold of us, [and] pangs as of a woman in travail.
20saying, 'Surely those who rose up against us are cut off. The fire has consumed the remnant of them.'
17The seeds rot under their clods. The granaries are laid desolate. The barns are broken down, for the grain has withered.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
10Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, being bound in affliction and iron,
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.
19Our pursuers were swifter than the eagles of the sky: They chased us on the mountains, they laid wait for us in the wilderness.
6but now we have lost our appetite. There is nothing at all except this manna to look at."
6For they have prepared their heart like an oven, while they lie in wait. Their baker sleeps all the night. In the morning it burns as a flaming fire.
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.
22and look to the earth, and see distress, darkness, and the gloom of anguish. They will be driven into thick darkness.