For I am become like a wineskin in the smoke; yet do I not forget your statutes.
My skin is black upon me, and 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 do not forget your commandments.
The bands of the wicked have robbed me: but I have not forgotten your law.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue clings to my jaws; and you have brought me to the dust of death.