My skin and flesh cling to my bones; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
Through my loud groaning my skin hangs on my bones.
But now their appearance is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their
A man is also chastened on his bed with pain and constant distress in his bones,
“Skin for skin!” Satan replied. “A man will give up all he owns in exchange for his life.
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.
He has worn away my flesh and skin; He has shattered my bones.
Our skin is as hot as an oven with fever from our hunger.
For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like glowing embers.
My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever.
My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
There is no soundness in my body because of Your anger; there is no rest in my bones because of my sin.