Job 19:20

"By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin."

"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. blacker...: Heb. darker than blackness"

"My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome."

"My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones."

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

"There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin."