For I have become like a wineskin in smoke, Yet I do not forget Your statutes.
My skin grows black and falls from me; My bones burn with fever.
I have gone astray like a lost sheep; Seek Your servant, For I do not forget Your commandments.
The cords of the wicked have bound me, But I have not forgotten Your law.
I will delight myself in Your statutes; I will not forget Your word.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.