Lamentations 4:8 Cross References - UKJV

⁸ Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaves to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.

¹⁹ So they two went until they came to Bethlehem. And it came to pass, when they were come to Bethlehem, that all the city was moved about them, and they said, Is this Naomi? ²⁰ And she said unto 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 far 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 cleaves to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

¹⁷ My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest. ¹⁸ By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it binds me about as the collar of my coat. ¹⁹ He has cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.

³⁰ My skin is black upon 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 your hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

³ There is no soundness in my flesh because of your anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

³ For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. ⁴ My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread. ⁵ By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.

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

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

¹⁴ As many were astonished at you; his visage was so ruined more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men:

¹ How is the gold become dim! how is the most fine gold changed! the stones of the sanctuary are poured out in 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 was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.

⁶ Before their face the people shall be much pained: all faces shall gather blackness.

¹⁰ She is empty, and void, and waste: and the heart melts, and the knees strike together, and much pain is in all loins, and the faces of them all gather blackness.