For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
I will delight myself in thy statutes: I will not forget thy word.
I have gone astray like a lost sheep: seek thy servant; for I do not forget thy commandments.
The bands of the wicked have robbed me: but I have not forgotten thy law.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.