Even when I am like a dried wineskin on the trash pile, I will not forget your laws.
My skin is burned and peeling away. My body is hot with fever.
I have wandered away like a lost sheep. Come and find me. I am your servant, and I have not forgotten your commands.
The wicked tried to trap me, but I have not forgotten your teachings.
I enjoy your laws. I will not forget your word.
My mouth is as dry as a piece of baked pottery. My tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth. You have left me dying in the dust.