For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as a hearth.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
For I am become like a wineskin in the smoke; yet do I not forget your statutes.
Hide not your face far from me; put not your servant away in anger: you have been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.
For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
For you are my rock and my fortress; therefore for your name's sake lead me, and guide me.
But the wicked shall perish, and the enemies of the LORD shall be as the fat of lambs: they shall vanish; into smoke shall they vanish away.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of your anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.
From above has he sent fire into my bones, and it prevails against them: he has spread a net for my feet, he has turned me back: he has made me desolate and faint all the day.
My flesh and my skin has he made old: he has broken my bones.
Whereas you know not what shall be tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away.