For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, yet have I not forgotten Your statutes.
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with fever.
I will delight myself in Your statutes; I will not forget Your word.
I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek out Your servant, for I forget not Your commandments.
The bands of the wicked have bound me, but I have not forgotten Your law.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaves to my jaws; You have set me in the dust of death.