Cracked

…acted deceptively and set out as envoys, carrying on their donkeys worn-out sacks and old wineskins, cracked and mended.

These wineskins were new when we filled them, but look, they are cracked. And these clothes and sandals are worn out from our very long journey.”

My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.

The ground is cracked because no rain has fallen on the land. The farmers are ashamed; they cover their heads.