Though I am like a wineskin dried up by smoke, I do not forget Your statutes.
My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever.
I have strayed like a lost sheep; seek Your servant, for I have not forgotten Your commandments.
I will delight in Your statutes; I will not forget Your word.
For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like glowing embers.
Though the ropes of the wicked bind me, I do not forget Your law.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me in the dust of death.