But now they are blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as a stick. (niv)
When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.For day and night your hand was heavy on me; my strength was sapped as in the heat of summer. (niv)
I am feeble and utterly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart.All my longings lie open before you, Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you.My heart pounds, my strength fails me; even the light has gone from my eyes. (niv)