Our skin is as hot as an oven from the ravages of hunger.

Night pierces my bones, and my gnawing pains never abate.

He throws me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.

Nations writhe in horror before them; all faces turn pale.

Desolation, decimation, devastation! Hearts melt, knees tremble, loins shake, every face grows pale!

How the gold has become tarnished, the fine gold become dull! The stones of the temple lie scattered at the corner of every street.

Zion's precious people-- [once] worth their weight in pure gold-- how they are regarded as clay jars, the work of a potter's hands!

The two of them traveled until they came to Bethlehem. When they entered Bethlehem, the whole town was excited about their arrival and [the local women] exclaimed, "Can this be Naomi?"

"Don't call me Naomi. Call me Mara," she answered, "for the Almighty has made me very bitter.

When they looked from a distance, they could [barely] recognize him. They wept aloud, and each man tore his robe and threw dust into the air and on his head.

Just as many were appalled at You-- His appearance was so disfigured that He did not look like a man, and His form did not resemble a human being--

My skin and my flesh cling to my bones; I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

His flesh wastes away to nothing, and his unseen bones stick out.

For day and night Your hand was heavy on me; my strength was drained as in the summer's heat. Selah

There is no soundness in my body because of Your indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.

For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.

Because of the sound of my groaning, my flesh sticks to my bones.

Though I have become like a wineskin [dried] by smoke, I do not forget Your statutes.