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 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.
I will delight myself in thy statutes: I will not forget thy word.
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.