For I am become like a wine-skin in the smoke;\par\tab Yet do I not forget thy statutes.
My skin is black, {\i and falleth} from me,\par\tab And my bones are burned with heat.
I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek thy servant;\par\tab For I do not forget thy commandments.
The cords of the wicked have wrapped me round;\par\tab {\i But} I have not forgotten thy law.
I will delight myself in thy statutes:\par\tab I will not forget thy word.\par
My strength is dried up like a potsherd;\par\tab And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;\par\tab And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.