For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
My skin blackens and flakes off, and my bones burn with fever.
Though I have become like a wineskin dried by smoke, I do not forget Your statutes.
Do not hide Your face from me; do not turn Your servant away in anger. You have been my helper; do not leave me or abandon me, God of my salvation.
Indeed, my life is consumed with grief and my years with groaning; my strength has failed because of my sinfulness, and my bones waste away.
For You are my rock and my fortress; You lead and guide me because of Your name.
But the wicked will perish; the Lord’s enemies, like the glory of the pastures, will fade away — they will fade away like smoke.
There is no health in my body because of Your indignation; there is no strength in my bones because of my sin.
He sent fire from heaven into my bones; He made it descend. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, sick all day long.
He has worn away my flesh and skin; He has shattered my bones.
You don’t even know what tomorrow will bring — what your life will be! For you are like smoke that appears for a little while, then vanishes.