Though I am like a wineskin in the smoke, I do not forget your decrees.
My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever.
I delight in your decrees; I will not neglect your word.
I have strayed like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I have not forgotten your commands.
Though the wicked bind me with ropes, I will not forget your law.
My mouth is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.