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When they lifted up their eyes from a distance, and didn't recognize him, they raised their voices, and wept; and they each tore his robe, and sprinkled dust on their heads toward the sky.
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen. His bones that were not seen stick out.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
Like as many were astonished at you (his appearance was marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men),
Our skin is black like an oven, Because of the burning heat of famine.
She is empty, void, and waste. The heart melts, the knees knock together, their bodies and faces have grown pale.