For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke, yet I have not forgotten thy statutes.
My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.
I will delight in thy statutes; I will not forget thy word.
I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek thy servant, for I do not forget thy commandments.
Though the cords of the wicked ensnare me, I do not forget thy law.
my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaves to my jaws; thou dost lay me in the dust of death.