Though I became like a wineskin dried in smoke, I do not forget Your decrees.
My skin has turned black on me; my bones burn with heat.
I will delight in Your decrees. I will never forget Your word.
I have strayed like a lost sheep— seek Your servant. For I did not forget Your mitzvot.
The ropes of the wicked are coiled around me, but I did not forget Your Torah.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax— melting within my innards.