Lamentations 4:8 Cross References - MLV

⁸ Their visage is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.

¹⁹ So those two went until they came to Bethlehem. And it happened, when they came to Bethlehem, that all the city was moved about them and the women said, Is this Naomi? ²⁰ And she said to them, Call me not Naomi. Call me Mara, for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me.

¹² And when they lifted up their eyes afar off and did not recognize him, they lifted up their voice and wept. And each one tore his robe and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.

²⁰ My bone cleaves to my skin and to my flesh and I have 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 my garment is disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat. ¹⁹ He has cast me into the mud and I have become like dust and ashes.

³⁰ My skin is black, and falls 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 Because day and night your 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 your indignation, nor is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

³ Because my days consume away like smoke and my bones are burned as a firebrand. ⁴ My heart is struck like grass and withered, because I forget to eat my bread. ⁵ Because of the voice of my groaning my bones cling to my flesh.

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

⁸³ Because I have become like a wine-skin in the smoke. Yet I do not forget your statutes.

¹⁴ Just as many were astonished at you (his visage was so marred, more than any man and his form more than the sons of men),

¹ How the gold has become dim, the most pure gold changed! The stones of the sanctuary are poured out at the head of every street. ² The precious sons of Zion, comparable to fine gold, how they are 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 have grown pale.

¹⁰ She is empty and void and waste. And the heart melts and the knees kill* together and anguish is in all loins and the faces of them all have grown pale.