Now their appearance is blacker than soot; They go unrecognized in the streets; Their skin clings to their bones, It has become as dry as wood.

现在他们的面貌比煤炭更黑，以致在街上无人认识；他们的皮肤紧贴骨头，枯干如同槁木。

但如今他们的面貌比煤炭更黑，在街上无人认识；他们的皮肤紧贴骨头，枯干形同槁木。

但如今他们的面貌比煤炭更黑，在街上无人认识；他们的皮肤紧贴骨头，枯干形同槁木。

现在，他们的面目比煤炭还黑，走在街上无人认得。他们骨瘦如柴，干如枯木。

现在他们的面貌比煤炭还黑，在街上再没有人认得他们；他们皮包骨头，枯瘦如柴。

現在他們的面貌比煤炭更黑，以致在街上無人認識；他們的皮膚緊貼骨頭，枯乾如同槁木。

但如今他們的面貌比煤炭更黑，在街上無人認識；他們的皮膚緊貼骨頭，枯乾形同槁木。

但如今他們的面貌比煤炭更黑，在街上無人認識；他們的皮膚緊貼骨頭，枯乾形同槁木。

現在，他們的面目比煤炭還黑，走在街上無人認得。他們骨瘦如柴，乾如枯木。

現在他們的面貌比煤炭還黑，在街上再沒有人認得他們；他們皮包骨頭，枯瘦如柴。

現在他們的面貌比煤炭還黑，以致在街上人都不認識；他們的皮縮攏到骨頭上，枯乾像木頭。

今其容黑於炭、街市無人識之兮、其膚貼骨、枯槁如柴兮、

今其容變黑、形消骨立、有若枯木、至彼市廛、無人識之兮。

今則面黑於炭、皮膚貼骨、枯如槁木、以致在街市無人識之、

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.

But now they are blacker than coal. No one even recognizes them in the streets. Their skin is wrinkled on their bones. It has become as dry as a stick.

Now their face is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become as dry as wood.

But now their faces are blacker than soot. No one recognizes them in the streets. Their skin sticks to their bones; it is as dry and hard as wood.

Now they appear darker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become dry like wood.

Their appearance is darker than soot, They are not recognized in the streets; Their skin is shriveled on their bones, It is dry, it has become like wood.

Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: Their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.

Now they appear darker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it has become dry like wood.

Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.

Now their appearance is darker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets. Their skin has shriveled on their bones; it is dried up, like tree bark.ט( Tet)

Their appearance is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.

My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever.

For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned like a hearth.My heart is stricken and withered like grass, So that I forget to eat my bread.Because of the sound of my groaning My bones cling to my skin.

Our skin is hot as an oven, Because of the fever of famine.

My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, And I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

For I have become like a wineskin in smoke, Yet I do not forget Your statutes.

His flesh wastes away from sight, And his bones stick out which once were not seen.

And when they raised their eyes from afar, and did not recognize him, they lifted their voices and wept; and each one tore his robe and sprinkled dust on his head toward heaven.

For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; My vitality was turned into the drought of summer. Selah

How the gold has become dim! How changed the fine gold! The stones of the sanctuary are scattered At the head of every street.The precious sons of Zion, Valuable as fine gold, How they are regarded as clay pots, The work of the hands of the potter!

Just as many were astonished at you, So His visage was marred more than any man, And His form more than the sons of men;

My bones are pierced in me at night, And my gnawing pains take no rest.By great force my garment is disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.

There is no soundness in my flesh Because of Your anger, Nor any health in my bones Because of my sin.

Before them the people writhe in pain; All faces are drained of color.

She is empty, desolate, and waste! The heart melts, and the knees shake; Much pain is in every side, And all their faces are drained of color.

My days are like a shadow that lengthens, And I wither away like grass.

Now the two of them went until they came to Bethlehem. And it happened, when they had come to Bethlehem, that all the city was excited because of them; and the women said,“ Is this Naomi?”But she said to them,“ Do not call me Naomi; call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me.