Lamentations 4:8 Cross References - ERV

⁸ 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.

¹⁹ So they two went until they came to Beth-lehem. And it came to pass, when they were come to Beth-lehem, that all the city was moved about them, and [the women] said, Is this Naomi? ²⁰ And she said unto them, Call me not Naomi, call me Mara: for the Almighty hath dealt very bitterly with me.

¹² And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept; and they rent every one his mantle, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.

²⁰ My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

¹⁷ In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the [pains] that gnaw me take no rest. ¹⁸ By the great force [of my disease] is my garment disfigured: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. ¹⁹ He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

³⁰ My skin is black, [and falleth] from me, and my bones are burned with heat.

²¹ His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen stick out.

⁴ For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture was changed [as] with the drought of summer. Selah

³ There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

³ For my days consume away like smoke, and my bones are burned as a firebrand. ⁴ My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; for I forget to eat my bread. ⁵ By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my flesh.

¹¹ My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.

⁸³ For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes.

¹⁴ Like as many were astonied at thee, (his visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men,)

¹ How is the gold become dim! [how] is the most pure gold changed! the stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the top of every street. ² The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how are they esteemed as earthen pitchers, the work of the hands of the potter!

¹⁰ Our skin is black like an oven because of the burning heat of famine.

⁶ At their presence the peoples are in anguish: all faces are waxed pale.

¹⁰ She is empty, and void, and waste: and the heart melteth, and the knees smite together, and anguish is in all loins, and the faces of them all are waxed pale.