Lamentations 4:8
Darker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in out-places, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered -- it hath been as wood.
Darker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in out-places, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered -- it hath been as wood.
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9With our lives we bring in our bread, Because of the sword of the wilderness.
10Our skin as an oven hath been burning, Because of the raging of the famine.
11Wives in Zion they have humbled, Virgins -- in cities of Judah.
30My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
5Those eating of dainties have been desolate in out-places, Those supported on scarlet have embraced dunghills.
6And greater is the iniquity of the daughter of my people, Than the sin of Sodom, That was overturned as `in' a moment, And no hands were stayed on her.
7Purer were her Nazarites than snow, Whiter than milk, ruddier of body than rubies, Of sapphire their form.
21His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!
6From its face pained are peoples, All faces have gathered paleness.
16That are black because of ice, By them doth snow hide itself.
17By the time they are warm they have been cut off, By its being hot they have been Extinguished from their place.
5Dark `am' I, and comely, daughters of Jerusalem, As tents of Kedar, as curtains of Solomon.
6Fear me not, because I `am' very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard -- my own -- I have not kept.
9Better have been the pierced of a sword Than the pierced of famine, For these flow away, pierced through, Without the increase of the field.
10She is empty, yea, emptiness and waste, And the heart hath melted, And the knees have smitten together, And great pain `is' in all loins, And the faces of all of them have gathered paleness.
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
11His head `is' pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven,
18And they have girded on sackcloth, And covered them hath trembling, And unto all faces `is' shame, And on all their heads -- baldness.
2Ye who are hating good, and loving evil, Taking violently their skin from off them, And their flesh from off their bones,
3And who have eaten the flesh of My people, And their skin from off them have stript, And their bones they have broken, And they have spread `them' out as in a pot, And as flesh in the midst of a caldron.
7Their eye hath come out from fat. The imaginations of the heart transgressed;
9The appearance of their faces witnessed against them, And their sin, as Sodom, they declared, They have not hidden! Wo to their soul, For they have done to themselves evil.
16He hath dug in the darkness -- houses; By day they shut themselves up, They have not known light.
17When together, morning `is' to them death shade, When he discerneth the terrors of death shade.
21For a breach of the daughter of my people have I been broken, I have been black, astonishment hath seized me.
4He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
3With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste,
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
5Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.
14They have wandered naked in out-places, They have been polluted with blood, Without `any' being able to touch their clothing,
22And unto the land it looketh attentively, And lo, adversity and darkness! -- Dimness, distress, and thick darkness is driven away, But not the dimness for which she is in distress!
6From the sole of the foot -- unto the head, There is no soundness in it, Wound, and bruise, and fresh smiting! They have not been closed nor bound, Nor have they softened with ointment.
7Your land `is' a desolation, your cities burnt with fire, Your ground, before you strangers are consuming it, And a desolation as overthrown by strangers!
14Lo, they have been as stubble! Fire hath burned them, They deliver not themselves from the power of the flame, There is not a coal to warm them, a light to sit before it.
7It hath made my vine become a desolation, And my fig-tree become a chip, It hath made it thoroughly bare, and hath cast down, Made white have been its branches.
12Your remembrances `are' similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.
14By day they meet darkness, And as night -- they grope at noon.
17so that they lack bread and water, and have been astonished one with another, and been consumed in their iniquity.
10Naked, they have gone without clothing, And hungry -- have taken away a sheaf.
11Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.
23The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.
30And have sounded for thee with their voice, And cry bitterly, and cause dust to go up on their heads, In ashes they do roll themselves.
7As one tilling and ripping up in the land, Have our bones been scattered at the command of Saul.
23Darkened are their eyes from seeing, And their loins continually shake Thou.
20From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.
8And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
14Their soul dieth in youth, And their life among the defiled.
16Its quiver `is' as an open sepulchre, All of them -- mighty ones.
9Devoured have strangers his power, And he hath not known, Also old age hath sprinkled `itself' on him, And he hath not known.