Psalm 119:83 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

⁸³ For like a bottle I'm become, that in the smoke is set: I'm black, and parch'd with grief; yet I thy statutes not forget.

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

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⁸³ For I have become like a bottle [a wineskin blackened and shriveled] in the smoke [in which it hangs], yet do I not forget Your statutes.

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⁸³ For I am become like a wine-skin in the smoke; Yet do I not forget thy statutes.

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⁸³ because I’ve become like a bottle dried up by smoke, though I haven’t forgotten your statutes.

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Upon thy statutes my delight shall constantly be set: And, by thy grace, I never will thy holy word forget.

I, like a lost sheep, went astray; thy servant seek, and find: For thy commands I suffer'd not to slip out of my mind.

Bands of ill men me robb'd; yet I thy precepts did not slight.

My strength is like a potsherd dry'd; my tongue it cleaveth fast Unto my jaws; and to the dust of death thou brought me hast.