Although I have become like a shriveled and dried out wineskin, I have not forgotten your laws.
My skin turns dark and peels. My body burns with fever.
Your laws make me happy. I never forget your word.
I have wandered away like a lost lamb. Search for me, because I have never forgotten your commandments.
⌞Though⌟ the ropes of wicked people are tied around me, I never forget your teachings.
My strength is dried up like pieces of broken pottery. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me down in the dust of death.