Even when I am like a dried wineskin\par on the trash pile,\par I will not forget your laws.\par
My skin is burnt and peeling away.\par My body is hot with fever.\par
I enjoy your laws.\par I will not forget your words.\par
I wandered away like a lost sheep.\par Come looking for me, Lord.\par I am your servant,\par and I have not forgotten your commands.\par
A group of bad people said bad things\par about me.\par But I did not forget your teachings, Lord.\par
My mouth {\cf2\super [127]} is as dry\par as a piece of broken pottery.\par My tongue is sticking\par to the top of my mouth.\par You have put me in the “dust of death.”\par