³ For my days vanish like smoke;^(A)
    my bones^(B) burn like glowing embers.

⁸ But now they are blacker^(A) than soot;
    they are not recognized in the streets.
Their skin has shriveled on their bones;^(B)
    it has become as dry as a stick.

¹⁰ Our skin is hot as an oven,
    feverish from hunger.^(A)