Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me; when I call, answer me quickly.
My blackened skin falls away from me; my very frame is scorched by the heat.
I am like a wineskin shriveled by smoke, but I have not forgotten your statutes.
Do not hide your face from me; do not repel your servant in anger. You are my salvation; do not cast me off; do not forsake me, God my savior!
Be gracious to me, Lord, for I am in distress; affliction is wearing down my eyes, my throat and my insides.
incline your ear to me; make haste to rescue me! Be my rock of refuge, a stronghold to save me.
The wicked perish, enemies of the Lord; They shall be consumed like fattened lambs; like smoke they disappear.
Your arrows have sunk deep in me; your hand has come down upon me.
From on high he hurled fire down into my very bones; He spread out a net for my feet, and turned me back. He has left me desolate, in misery all day long.
He has worn away my flesh and my skin, he has broken my bones;
you have no idea what your life will be like tomorrow. You are a puff of smoke that appears briefly and then disappears.