For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
whereas you do not know about tomorrow. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.
“From on high he sent fire; into my bones he made it descend; he spread a net for my feet; he turned me back; he has left me stunned, faint all the day long.
But the wicked perish; the enemies of the Lord are like the glory of the pastures, they vanish—like smoke they vanish away.
My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.
For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my misery, and my bones waste away.
He has made my flesh and my skin waste away, and broken my bones;
For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, yet I have not forgotten thy statutes.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of thy indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.
Hide not thy face from me. Turn not thy servant away in anger, thou who hast been my help. Cast me not off, forsake me not, O God of my salvation!
Yea, thou art my rock and my fortress; for thy name's sake lead me and guide me,