For I have become like a wine-skin black with smoke; but I still keep the memory of your rules.
My skin is black and dropping off me; and my bones are burning with the heat of my disease.
I will have delight in your rules; I will not let your word go out of my mind.
I have gone out of the way like a wandering sheep; make search for your servant; for I keep your teachings ever in mind.
The cords of evil-doers are round me; but I have kept in mind your law.
My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.