Job 19:20
"My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth."
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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.
Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.