For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers.
My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.
Though I am like a wineskin in the smoke, I do not forget your decrees.
Do not hide your face from me, do not turn your servant away in anger; you have been my helper. Do not reject me or forsake me, God my Savior.
My life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak.
Since you are my rock and my fortress, for the sake of your name lead and guide me.
But the wicked will perish: Though the Lord’s enemies are like the flowers of the field, they will be consumed, they will go up in smoke.
Because of your wrath there is no health in my body; there is no soundness in my bones because of my sin.
“From on high he sent fire, sent it down into my bones. He spread a net for my feet and turned me back. He made me desolate, faint all the day long.
He has made my skin and my flesh grow old and has broken my bones.
Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.