For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.
whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. What is your life? For ye are a vapor that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
From on high hath he sent fire into my bones, and it prevaileth against them; He hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: He hath made me desolate and faint all the day.
But the wicked shall perish, And the enemies of Jehovah shall be as the fat of lambs: They shall consume; in smoke shall they consume away.
My skin is black, and falleth from me, And my bones are burned with heat.
For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.
My flesh and my skin hath he made old; he hath broken my bones.
For I am become like a wine-skin in the smoke; Yet do I not forget thy statutes.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.
Hide not thy face from me; Put not thy servant away in anger: Thou hast been my help; Cast me not off, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.
For thou art my rock and my fortress; Therefore for thy name’s sake lead me and guide me.