³⁵ The Lord shall smite thee in the knees, and in the legs, with a sore botch that cannot be healed, from the sole of thy foot unto the top of thy head.

¹⁶ My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

³ For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

¹³ From above hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate and faint all the day.

¹⁰ Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.