For I am made as a bouget [or bottle] in frost; I have not forgotten thy justifyings.
My skin was made black upon me, and my bones dried for heat.
I shall bethink in thy justifyings; I shall not forget thy words.
I erred as a sheep that perished; Lord, seek thy servant, for I forgat not thy commandments.
The cords of sinners have em-braced me; and I have not forgotten thy law.
My virtue dried as a tilestone, and my tongue cleaved to my cheeks; and thou hast brought forth me into the dust of death.