I’m as useless as a wineskin that smoke has dried up. But I don’t forget to follow your orders.
My skin grows black and peels. My body burns with fever.
I take delight in your orders. I won’t fail to obey your word.
Like a lost sheep, I’ve gone down the wrong path. Come and look for me, because I haven’t forgotten to obey your commands.
Evil people may tie me up with ropes. But I won’t forget to obey your law.
My mouth is dried up like a piece of broken pottery. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You bring me down to the edge of the grave.