Psalm 119:83

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

For like a bottle I'm become, that in the smoke is set: I'm black, and parch'd with grief; yet I thy statutes not forget.

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I, like a lost sheep, went astray; thy servant seek, and find: For thy commands I suffer'd not to slip out of my mind.

Bands of ill men me robb'd; yet I thy precepts did not slight.

Upon thy statutes my delight shall constantly be set: And, by thy grace, I never will thy holy word forget.

My strength is like a potsherd dry'd; my tongue it cleaveth fast Unto my jaws; and to the dust of death thou brought me hast.