For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.
My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
For I have been as a bottle in smoke, Thy statutes I have not forgotten.
Hide not Thy face from me, Turn not aside in anger Thy servant, My help Thou hast been. Leave me not, nor forsake me, O God of my salvation.
For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
For my rock and my bulwark `art' Thou, For Thy name's sake lead me and tend me.
But the wicked perish, and the enemies of Jehovah, As the preciousness of lambs, Have been consumed, In smoke they have been consumed.
Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
who do not know the thing of the morrow; for what is your life? for it is a vapour that is appearing for a little, and then is vanishing;