Even though I am like a wine bag going up in smoke, I do not forget your demands.
My skin has become black and peels off, as my body burns with fever.
I enjoy obeying your demands, and I will not forget your word.
I have wandered like a lost sheep. Look for your servant, because I have not forgotten your commands.
Wicked people have tied me up, but I have not forgotten your teachings.
My strength has dried up like a clay pot, and my tongue sticks to the top of my mouth. You laid me in the dust of death.