For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don't forget your statutes.
My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.
I will delight myself in your statutes. I will not forget your word.
I have gone astray like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I don't forget your mitzvot.
The ropes of the wicked bind me, but I won't forget your law.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.