My skin is black on me, and my bones are burned with heat.
Psalm 119:83 For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget your statutes.
Lamentations 3:4 My flesh and my skin has he made old; he has broken my bones.
Lamentations 4:8 Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin sticks to their bones; it is withered...
Lamentations 5:10 Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.
Psalm 102:3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.